Monday, May 10, 2010

Hair!


Hair!

Let's talk hair. My family gets very tired of my obsession with hair. And it is true, I am obsessed with this strange stuff that grows out of our bodies with such abandonment. Primarily I am concerned with the patch on the top of one's head. 


Shopping the drugstore or wherever, hair product are a main ingredient in the bottom line. There are bottles of gloop, gel, conditioner, color and color fixer, straightener, curl stuff, irons to both curl and un-curl, grower, scissors to cut if it does grow, shampoo for light hair, for dark hair...It reminds me of a cafeteria. Too many choices. I want less choice and more direction. 


I am never sure if I should shampoo then roll, shampoo and let dry naturally, shampoo and dry with a hairdryer which has umpteen attachments or ignore all of them and let the tresses fall where they may. 


Then there are legs and if one if female, shaving the fuzz off is obligatory. (Well, in my part of the world anyway.)   Have you ever counted the variety of razors? It is mind boggling. Where did all these gadgets come from...Are there rooms of women trying out all these and voting for the best one? Is there a scientist measuring stubble somewhere in a dark room? 


Don't know, enough for today.

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