8:32 AM at Starbucks
When I left Starbucks this morning a man sitting in the bustling coffee drop off/pick up zone, shouted over to me: “You have pretty hair!”
The words surprised me. I wasn’t sure if he was hitting on me, or possibly a villain waiting for the right moment of attack, or a third option: the very sight of my Rapunzel-like hair blinded him to the point he had no choice but to shout out the words. I found myself saying, “Thank you,” rather awkwardly, as I continued on (picking up the pace, of course). I am in favor of believing it was a genuine compliment. After all, have you seen my hair lately? Do you have any idea how much time and energy I devote to my long locks?
In case you don’t know, let me elaborate. I brush my hair with use of an exotic Conair hairbrush. When my hair needs washing I select the finest shampoo and conditioner in the land. Recently I adopted bangs, meaning, attentive maintenance is required (unless I want to look like an Old English sheepdog). Luckily, I have no trouble cutting my own bangs once they get too long. The result is a series of beautiful, carefree zigzags across my forehead.
Such complex beauty secrets are bound to generate a response. Today it was a stranger at Starbucks who felt compelled to shout at me; tomorrow it will be a personal phone call from Hillary seeking hair advice out on the campaign trail. I know no one wants to talk about Hillary’s hair anymore (this wasn't the case back in the 90's) but in my mind, I don’t see how her hair wouldn’t be a major factor in the upcoming election. Or, I wouldn't be surprised if she abandoned the presence of Bill and simply let her hair win over the necessary votes. I know with the right hair style, she has my vote.
The words surprised me. I wasn’t sure if he was hitting on me, or possibly a villain waiting for the right moment of attack, or a third option: the very sight of my Rapunzel-like hair blinded him to the point he had no choice but to shout out the words. I found myself saying, “Thank you,” rather awkwardly, as I continued on (picking up the pace, of course). I am in favor of believing it was a genuine compliment. After all, have you seen my hair lately? Do you have any idea how much time and energy I devote to my long locks?
In case you don’t know, let me elaborate. I brush my hair with use of an exotic Conair hairbrush. When my hair needs washing I select the finest shampoo and conditioner in the land. Recently I adopted bangs, meaning, attentive maintenance is required (unless I want to look like an Old English sheepdog). Luckily, I have no trouble cutting my own bangs once they get too long. The result is a series of beautiful, carefree zigzags across my forehead.
Such complex beauty secrets are bound to generate a response. Today it was a stranger at Starbucks who felt compelled to shout at me; tomorrow it will be a personal phone call from Hillary seeking hair advice out on the campaign trail. I know no one wants to talk about Hillary’s hair anymore (this wasn't the case back in the 90's) but in my mind, I don’t see how her hair wouldn’t be a major factor in the upcoming election. Or, I wouldn't be surprised if she abandoned the presence of Bill and simply let her hair win over the necessary votes. I know with the right hair style, she has my vote.
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