I was cursed to have hair that is poker straight and grows straight out of my head. There is no bend, whatsoever. Imagine the roof on an A Frame house - that is my untouched hair. It's been cut, dyed, teased, highlighted, shellacked, permed, unpermed, braided, shaved...not to mention thousands of dollars spent on products. It's basically a work in progress. I think it is fair to say everyone has a love/hate relation with their hair. If you don't, we have nothing in common and will never be able to converse in small talk. My life has been an endless parade of famous haircuts - everything from the Toni Tennille to the Dorothy Hamill to the Markie Post mullet to the never changing Lisa Rinna. I've also tried androgyny - if anyone remembers the 80's version of Darryl Hall which then grew nicely into the hair style for the lead singer of Kajagoogoo...Limalh. One year my only goal was to French braid my hair. I wore it braided to a Marine Corps ball. It
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