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Yes I know, a weird topic, but let’s talk about hair. My co-author Doug Burbey just shaves his head bald and no one even blinks. But if you are my age you vividly remember the drama when Sinead O’Connor shaved her head. I would love, LOVE, to have hair down to my knees, glorious, thick, silky hair that I could braid in thousands of styles.

But when I turned forty, my hair that was about to the middle of my waist started falling out by the handful because of the weight. I chopped it off. So then I had hair about to my chin. Meh, it’s everywhere and it’s BORING. So I colored it. Purple streaks, red, burgundy, pink and/or blue. I love having my hair all these wild colors. I had fun doing things and just playing with it. But then we got isolated, and bleh. No one sees me, why bother?

Which brings us to now. I thought I wanted it long but you know all the coloring? Yeah my hair is fried, or I think it is. It is straw like and bleh. Granted I can put it in a pony tail, but it is always in my face and is just a pain in the rear-end.

So next week (5-15-21 for your completionists) I’m chopping it off very short and doing some wild colors, which people at FantaSci will get to see. But mostly, I’m hoping I’ll feel secure and fun and interesting again.

There is my treatise on hair. I hope you enjoyed.