To say that I needed a haircut would be a drastic understatement. What I needed was to shave my head bald and start from scratch. However, I’m not that self-confident.
My hair is a horrid mop of dense, natural curls. I have given up on any image-specific replica and instead went with a new approach. I told the stylist I wanted short, but not like a boy and not like an old lady. And no mullets, although I hope this would always go without saying. The logistics were up to her.
I’m afraid I have a variation on the Kate Gosselin cut. Short in the back, party in the front. After explaining to my mother what a mullet was, she quipped, “So she gave you a backwards mullet instead?” My mother then proceeded to laugh hysterically for the next 5 minutes. She’s always one for the moral support.
When I returned home, I asked Jedi what he thought. “You look like Princess Leia,” he said. Visions of poofy side buns flashed before my eyes. “Is that good or bad?”, I asked. “Hmm…”, he thought. “Both.” I agree, kid. I’m kind of on the fence about it, too.