I have curly hair. Hence, I bought one of those really expensive (and by the way, fabulous) ceramic straighteners. When I show up to work with straight hair, my fab cube-mates know that I actually put time into my appearance. BUT, my boyfriend loves my curly hair, against what he always thought he would like in a girl. And, while I am SUPER flattered that he prefers my minimum-do look, it amazes me that I WANT to put all that time into my hair and don't really NEED to, especially since the man in my life prefers that I don't. What is wrong with women today? Girls with straight hair use curlers, pull at their limp strands, and pretend they are back in the 80's, senselessly abusing the hair spray. Girls with curly hair spend insane amounts on straighteners, hair serum, "sleek" shampoo/conditioner, and (as I am personally convinced) shed a tear when the humidity in the air tops 50%.
Thus, my blog is born. I am sitting here about to go to bed, and for some reason, I decided to start this "blog" thing. I love to write; I always have. Yet, I am too scared to leave my ridiculously cool and secure job to become a writer; so here it goes. My very own "column". And hair is what I decide to write about. It's gotta be the late hour. Right? Considering that I watch Jeopardy, love Trivial Pursuit, read "meaningful" books, and obsess over the news, a blog inspired by my burning questions about women and wanting hair they don't have is a bit shocking.
Stay tuned for my next oh-so-very interesting topic.