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Boys are idiots

And people wonder why I swore off them for so long.//A short history on my wild-and-crazy hair.

EDIT: My friend and I had a conversation. Apparently, I don't know when some people are being sarcastic, and he's one of them.

So, a certain male friend of mine aggravated me very much last night. I was looking at a picture of me where I look particularly adorable, and I said something along the lines of how I liked the picture because I look so cute. He glanced at it and was like, "No, it's not a good picture of you." Instead of punching him in the face, I asked him why he didn't think it was a good picture of me. He said, "You don't have long hair. Girls with long hair are hot." Instead of punching him in the face and then kneeing him in the balls, I told him that I look better with short hair than I do with long hair.

Before class, I told Mike about this conversation. He said, "Well, I can't say that I don't agree with him, but still, that's a very rude thing to say." I wasn't offended by that. Why? Mike likes girls with long hair, yes, but that doesn't mean he bashes girls with short hair either.

When I was younger, I had hair that was just above my shoulder for as long as I can remember, but I always wore it up in little ponytails, or in braids, so I never realized how 'long' it was. The first time I saw it down and left it like that, I felt the need to cut it. So, after begging my mom off and on for YEARS to cut my hair, I finally started asking both my parents (ka's infamous "If Mommy says no, ask Daddy" tactic). My dad told my mom to just let me go ahead and cut it short since I wanted to do it so badly (not like I was going to shave my head or anything... hehe), and he even said he'd take me to his sister's work (she was a hair stylist at the time) so that someone we knew and trusted could be the one cutting my hair. As such, my 14-year wrestle with 'long' hair ended, and my stint with short hair began.

I kept it short through high school, and I even have a hot picture of me and my prom date with pretty much the same hairstyle... short and spiked. :D As I got close to the end of my senior year, I started letting my hair grow out (which really meant I just got less and less of my hair trimmed when I went to get it done). When I started college it was pretty cute looking, and probably just a little shorter than when I got my hair cut the first time. I let it keep growing for the next two years, and I really liked the fact that it was starting to touch my shoulders.

Then, something not-so-fun happened. I noticed that lots of hair was coming out when I was combing my hair. I also noticed that I was getting split ends like no one's business. I kind of brushed it off (no pun intended) and kept trying to grow my hair out. I don't know if it was because my diet was changing, or school stress was getting to me, or a slew of other personal things that were going on at the time, but finally I realized that I had to get it cut or else my options would be to have super short hair or to have a nasty rat's nest of medium-length hair. Being the rational human being that I am, I decided that getting 2-3 inches cut off wouldn't kill me. Of course, my mom threw a huge fit, but I ended up going to the Wal-Mart salon (yay Wal-Mart :P) and getting about 4 inches off the back of my hair and a little over 2 off the front & sides. This hairstyle would eventually (as in it took ONE DAY) morph into my favorite hairstyle to date: the simohawk.

The simohawk was more awesome than the usual mohawk because it actually had three different levels/styles. One, I could comb it all down and look professional or whatnot. Two, I could spike the back and the sides and look sorta trendy slash look like those crazy white girls with the long version of the pixie haircut (oh, you know the ones). Three, I could go all out and 'hawk it up. I tried to keep the third com(b)ing of the hair few and far between, for special occasions only, but I just couldn't help myself. It was so fun!

And then I noticed that my hair was coming out in huge pieces when I combed it again. Ditto to the split ends. Since my hair was already so short (and because it was a hot August), I figured the only option would be to get out the clippers and put it on the longest setting possible. So, after getting into another fight with my mom, I stormed off to Bridget's house (since her mom does hair), and asked her if she'd help me shave my head. She agreed (that's what best friends are for! :D), and we got to work on the short hair. After rounding out my new, short afro, she asked me what I thought. I said I liked it, but I thought it would look cool shorter... and that happened four times. I left Bridget's house nearly bald, and completely adorable looking. Looking back on it, and I know that I was so comfortable not only in my femininity but also in myself that I could have gone bare-headed bald and I would have looked awesome.

Fast forward to now (a little over a year later). I've played with a couple different hairstyles, including having extensions (which were okay while they lasted, but I liked the short hair when I took them out). Right now, I'm rockin' the afro/baby lion hair. I like it. :D Sure, I'm growing my hair out, but just for the simohawk. :) When it starts getting too long to 'hawk without product, I might cut it short again. Or, I might like my medium-length hair so much that I'll keep letting it grow. But, I will say this. NEVER will I have unhealthy hair, and NEVER will I change my hairstyle so that someone will like me.

So, certain male friend, if you don't like how long my hair is, why don't you go find some girl with long hair who will study with you two or three times a week, give you old class notes, hook you up with other friends who have taken classes that you are taking, go to get coffee with you on a whim, make you dinner just because she cares, and defend you when the gossip mills start turning? :P

you're peeking inside the head of biancasimone @ 3:09 PM