A post about hair may seem very directed to women. We cry, we don’t want to leave home and we avoid seeing people we know because of a bad haircut. But take a look at the greatest ode to hair of all time:
As always, it all starts with a look in the mirror. Okay, time to have a haircut. The thing is, I have a really big problem when it comes to haircuts. In one year I managed to have mullets and an abajour shaped hair. Well, the last experience was not very delightful either. As the stylist kept cutting I couldn’t help but wonder (Carrie Bradshaw style!): what the hell is she doing?! And I ended up leaving the place with something pretty different from the simple thing I asked. It took me the ride home to finally realize – no, it is not good. And then, seeing myself in my usual mirror: it’s terrible! Through the next two days things got only worst, and I decided I looked pretty much like some emo guy – even more precise, I looked like that American Idol guy that used eyeliner.
I want my Snow White hairstyle back. Meanwhile I’m singing about hair Hair Broadway Musical style.
Posted by Olivia 
