Today’s Friday Five.:
1. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy, or straight? Long or short?
I like to think of it as X-treme waves. Not quite cutesy ringlets or brain-on-the-outside curly; but an Italian, oily, gross, unmanageably wavy mess. . I have to keep it short or it curls up like pubic hair and my scalp breaks out in hideous leper-like acne.,
No wonder I’m so fucking bitter.
2. How has your hair changed over your lifetime?
Well, in highschool I had this wierd suburban semi-mohawk thing kickin. We’d all go over to our friend Ingrid’s house (her mom was a beautician) and she’d shave the sides of our heads.
What the fuck, Ingrid?
Everyone in my circle of friends had this haircut at one point or another that year. Julie, Rachelle, Chris, Myself, Ingrid (her mom was a beautician) and her girlfriend. It was like some kind of weird Tibetany cult, but without all the zen, humming or fashionable robes. Plus, since freaky hair wasn’t allowed at our school we’d all do these even sillier comb overs to hide our shaveness. I also remember trying to see how long I could grow my bangs out (past my chin at one point.)
3. How do your normally wear your hair?
Short, parted on the right. #3 clipper guard on the sides and back, blended in on the top.
4. If you could change your hair this minute, what would it look like?
Very british, but not shaggy. I like conservative hairstyles. My hair is starting to thin, so I’d like to pull off the whole short-short kind of balding look.
5. Ever had a hair disaster? What happened?
Yes. In highschool I was playing with some fireworks over New Years break. My sister-in-law Mary threw a Jumping Jack in the air and it chased me, screaming, down her driveway and into the street where it came to rest in my hair then finished it’s colorful display of sparks, fire and heat. Once we removed the paper shell from my burnt, melted hair, I went to Ingrid’s house (her mom was a beautician) and cut the hair out with the jaws of life. Once we got going, it wasn’t long until the sides and back of my hair were almost shaved down. This, combined with my friend Chris’ afromohawk, was actually the start of the shaven hair madness that would eventually spread to all of our friends.