In a moment of spontaneity I chopped my hair off yesterday. 10 inches gone, plus bangs. I haven’t had short hair since Grade 9 when it was cut to my chin.
Post-shower, unstyled, currently relearning the art of bang-management
Having long curly hair, I’ve always been paranoid about hair dressers. There are horror stories. Horror stories where I have had to take out a pair of my own scissors to fix blatant mistakes. There are ways you don’t cut curly hair, and I have fallen victim to all of them. Which is why for the past 4+ years of my life I have simply been trimming my own hair.
But it was time for a change that even my own scissors couldn’t do. So on a whim I sucked it up, made an appointment, and the chopping began.
The look was inspired by Christina Hendricks. When I tell people this, most of them go blank in the face, and then I go “Really? I’m the one without television, and even I know who Christina Hendricks is.” Or—in talking with various males, this has been the conversation:
Me: She’s plays Joan. One of the best characters on Mad Men.
Them: …..
Me: She’s the red headed office manager.
Them: …..
Me: *sigh* She’s the one with the huge rack.
Them: Oh! Her!
And then a little part of me dies knowing that an uber-talented female actor is known more for her body parts than her absolutely brilliant acting skills.
My name is Peggy. I'm a geek, journalist, writer, crafter, Canadian, neurotic cat owner, skeptic, atheist, feminist, bookworm, clotheshorse, politics junkie and generally awesome.
As I said before – looks very nice
Really? You used Joan from Mad Men instead of Mrs. Malcolm Reynolds? Shame on you, Peggy. *Shame on you.*
P.S. Your hair looks nice
Actually, if I were conversing with a known-geek, I would happily adapt the conversation towards Firefly. But having moved away from Waterloo, I’ve had to experience a world where my surrounding peers aren’t at my level of geekitude. So Mad Men is the best bet to avoid confused stares.
And thanks
You’re getting soft, Peggy. This is how it should have gone down:
Peggy: She plays Mrs. Malcolm Reynolds.
Friend: Who?
Peggy: You know. From Firefly.
Friend: What’s Firefly?
Peggy: …
Friend: Is that like a movie or something?
Apparently it didn’t like my angle brackets. The last line was supposed to be as follows:
Peggy looks at “Friend” with look of disgust, dons her brown coat and then walks — nay, *saunters* — off humming the Firefly theme to herself, never looking back.