I have been hair frustrated since I was a child. My dad thought it a function of "human decency" to be seen anyway than as an onion. The 1970s brought me frustration and chagrin ... if not downright hatred for my dear old dad. When everyone else was allowed to make decisions over their hair I was forced to submit to those of others.
No wonder I grew up to have less tolerance. Over the years I set my issues with him aside and we embarked on a much better relationship until his passing. I still cry at his death for he really went down hard &mdash and all the hard feelings I suffer as well as that accompanying angst we went through persists in my mind to this day.
Today is National Hair Day.
We observe it each October 1st since 2017 under the auspices of the hair care product company NuMe in honor hair as a tool for self-expression and to appreciate hairstylists, care products, and styling tools.
Yeah, so many others are far better than me to give hair advice ... much less promote hair diversity I was never allowed to pursue, the utter lack of individuality that was tolerated by my father, much of the self-confidence he destroyed in my soul, and creative styling routines which were strictly verboden.
I hope you had better luck with your choices of hairstyles than the NONE I was allowed.