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Shorn Locks
Oct. 12th, 2004 08:29 pmWell, folks... I finally did it. After many, many months of dealing with split ends, frayed ends, tangled ends; of hair clogging the shower drain and clogging the sink drain; of having little JonHairBunnies roaming the apartment like tumbleweeds; I have finally gotten a 'normal haircut.'
In one of life's ironies, my hair now has to get used to not being so long and generally pulled back into a ponytail. This means that instead of looking like a hippie I now look like a greaser with the forecurl and vaugly bouffy front.
The hair, at least, is going to a good cause. I spent a good portion of the afternoon trip going to a place that participated in the American Cancer Society's Locks of Love program. At first I thought wigs are kind of a vanity thing, but then I kind of got to thinking... it's a kind of harsh thing to happen to a person and it's one MORE thing on top of everything else going on that you really really did not need to have happen to you. And it's probably even worse when you're a kid. You don't need some slope-foreheaded, mouth-breathing bully to start picking on you for not having any hair on top of all the other very real and much more life-threatening medical problems.
During my drive I went through a surprisingly nice and not-nearly-so-overdeveloped part of the Island. I'm going to miss Staten Island, it has some really nice places here. It's peaceful in places and not at all the hustling, bustling, madhouse that the rest of NYC is. Note to self: remember to go to the really neat Tibetan Buddhist museum up on Lighthouse Road before I get outta this 'burg.
In one of life's ironies, my hair now has to get used to not being so long and generally pulled back into a ponytail. This means that instead of looking like a hippie I now look like a greaser with the forecurl and vaugly bouffy front.
The hair, at least, is going to a good cause. I spent a good portion of the afternoon trip going to a place that participated in the American Cancer Society's Locks of Love program. At first I thought wigs are kind of a vanity thing, but then I kind of got to thinking... it's a kind of harsh thing to happen to a person and it's one MORE thing on top of everything else going on that you really really did not need to have happen to you. And it's probably even worse when you're a kid. You don't need some slope-foreheaded, mouth-breathing bully to start picking on you for not having any hair on top of all the other very real and much more life-threatening medical problems.
During my drive I went through a surprisingly nice and not-nearly-so-overdeveloped part of the Island. I'm going to miss Staten Island, it has some really nice places here. It's peaceful in places and not at all the hustling, bustling, madhouse that the rest of NYC is. Note to self: remember to go to the really neat Tibetan Buddhist museum up on Lighthouse Road before I get outta this 'burg.
