Hair chronicles III
The day of judgement is upon me
It would seem the time has come when I must make an epic choice, one that will shape the very foundations of my coiffureal destiny. For you see, my hair is now sufficiently long that towel-drying has become painstakingly ineffective. Coupounded by my early-morning laziness, this results in annyoing, damp hair for the duration of the morning. But I am not alone. Millions of people every day face the same problem, and for them mankind has produced a simple yet effective solution - the hairdryer.
On the face of it the dilemma would appear resolved. "By a hairdryer you lazy, stingy sod!" I hear you cry. But all is not so black-and-white. Yes, I am a lazy sod, and yes, I am about as stingy as Scrooge in Disneyland. But the real reason I hesitate to buy a hairdryer is psychological. The purchase of a hairdryer would signal a point of no return for the hair. I would officially have sissy hair, and all the repercussions associated with it. What's more, there would be an added incentive to keep the hair, for to cut it would be a waste of the money spent on the hairdryer (remember the stinginess I mentioned).
So in short, I must decide soon. Should it stay or should it go?
Other hair news
In other hair-related news, a growing bloc of housemates have begun campaining that I dress up as a schoolgirl for an upcoming 'sexual fantasies' themed fancy-dress party. The obvious implication hair-wise is that my mid-length hair would be perfect for constructing pigtails - a necessary ingredient in any schoolgirl fantasy, er so I'm told. It looks like I have two options: to not dress up as a woman, or to not dress up as a woman whilst vigorously protesting my right not to do so in order to foster an aura of manliness.
It would seem the time has come when I must make an epic choice, one that will shape the very foundations of my coiffureal destiny. For you see, my hair is now sufficiently long that towel-drying has become painstakingly ineffective. Coupounded by my early-morning laziness, this results in annyoing, damp hair for the duration of the morning. But I am not alone. Millions of people every day face the same problem, and for them mankind has produced a simple yet effective solution - the hairdryer.
On the face of it the dilemma would appear resolved. "By a hairdryer you lazy, stingy sod!" I hear you cry. But all is not so black-and-white. Yes, I am a lazy sod, and yes, I am about as stingy as Scrooge in Disneyland. But the real reason I hesitate to buy a hairdryer is psychological. The purchase of a hairdryer would signal a point of no return for the hair. I would officially have sissy hair, and all the repercussions associated with it. What's more, there would be an added incentive to keep the hair, for to cut it would be a waste of the money spent on the hairdryer (remember the stinginess I mentioned).
So in short, I must decide soon. Should it stay or should it go?
Other hair news
In other hair-related news, a growing bloc of housemates have begun campaining that I dress up as a schoolgirl for an upcoming 'sexual fantasies' themed fancy-dress party. The obvious implication hair-wise is that my mid-length hair would be perfect for constructing pigtails - a necessary ingredient in any schoolgirl fantasy, er so I'm told. It looks like I have two options: to not dress up as a woman, or to not dress up as a woman whilst vigorously protesting my right not to do so in order to foster an aura of manliness.
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