Ever since I was a little girl growing up in the late seventies I have always dreamed about being any of the following…The Breck Girl, Farrah Faucet, Dorothy Hammil, or Little Orphan Annie. So what do these seemingly random characters have in common? They all had great HAIR. Coming from the not-so “bouncin’ and behavin’” hair category, I have always envied women for their precious locks and continue to this day to seek out products that will make me feel like those women from the old shampoo commercials. While I gleefully sported the “bowl cut” in my youth, I have, throughout the years, gone from one tragic hairstyle to the next, miraculously depicting the look of the times with no regard to what style would look best on me, but rather what every other “cool” girl was doing. From perms to peroxide I tried it all, and despite the ridiculous nature of most of my hairdo’s I managed to keep up with the times and trends throughout most of the 80′s. Due to severe financial restrictions in my 20′s, I often employed my friends to cut my hair for me or frequented such high-end establishments as Bo-Rics to take care of my styling needs and I am proud to say that I have yet to be stabbed by scissors or suffer from an infection brought on by dirty combs and brushes (that blue shit really works.) Today, I still don’t spend more than 60 bucks for a haircut and never color or highlight my hair simply because I don’t have the discipline to maintain root control. But this does not mean that I don’t love hair and the women (and men) who have the best of it. I think we all need to take a little more time to appreciate what God placed on top of our heads, thick, thin, straight or curly and take care of our locks because it’s the one thing that makes us unique and special whether we are happy with them or not. So let’s do our part and enjoy a “Good Hair Day” and be grateful for what we got, even if it’s nothing at all, because as we all know by now, it’s “Hair today. Gone tomorrow.”
