My husband was sad to say goodbye to my youthful, straight hairdo. It hasn’t survived a wash. My female colleagues at work yesterday liked it too – and they couldn’t believe I’d gone through my whole life without ever having had my hair straightened. Great – another girlish thing I have failed. It’s like makeup and well groomed eyebrows all over again. I blame my mother – too busy selfishly pursuing her career instead of ensuring my feminine mystique. Mind you, she also knew how to knit and crochet, which I can’t even spell properly (thank you, spellcheck), let alone accomplish, so maybe I’m not being entirely fair.
Anyway, considering I wear a hat to work, spending an hour on my hair three times a week seems way over the top.
