In the words of Bon Jovi: “WOAH, we’re halfway there!” But I’m not “Livin’ on a Prayer” — I’m halfway to growing out my hair. This is my halfway progress report. The ultimate goal: Grow out my pixie to just-above-shoulder-length by my graduation, this coming spring. Nearly 17 weeks ago, I got my last real […]

I couldn’t do it. I said I was going to get my first shaping over Thanksgiving, and I never thought I’d say this during the grow-out, but my hair wasn’t atrocious looking enough. It’s been four months since my last real haircut in mid-August, and my hair doesn’t look nearly as bad as the first […]

I couldn’t do it. I said I was going to get my first shaping over Thanksgiving, and I never thought I’d say this during the grow-out, but my hair wasn’t atrocious looking enough. It’s been four months since my last real haircut in mid-August, and my hair doesn’t look nearly as bad as the first […]

Roses are brown (it’s almost winter), Violets are black, I once had a mullet, But I just cut the party off the back. Not too long ago, a breeze ruffled the locks at the nape my neck. At that moment I realized a horrible truth, I no longer had a pixie…I had a mullet, an […]

Roses are brown (it’s almost winter), Violets are black, I once had a mullet, But I just cut the party off the back. Not too long ago, a breeze ruffled the locks at the nape my neck. At that moment I realized a horrible truth, I no longer had a pixie…I had a mullet, an […]

Pirates, 18th century colonial men, and male Beatniks of the 50s and 60s (basically writers in general) — what do they (stereotypically) have in common? “Trendy” baby ponytails, like the one that is currently sprouting from the back of my head.  It’s official; I have entered the ‘mullet danger zone.’ This revelation of sorts dawned on […]

Pirates, 18th century colonial men, and male Beatniks of the 50s and 60s (basically writers in general) — what do they (stereotypically) have in common? “Trendy” baby ponytails, like the one that is currently sprouting from the back of my head.  It’s official; I have entered the ‘mullet danger zone.’ This revelation of sorts dawned on […]

Women have sideburns. They’re no Elvisonian-styled mutton chops, but we have them. (And yes, “Elvisonian” is a word. It was dubbed by Elvis fans to mean Elvis-like, or an Elvis aficionado.) Women’s sideburns are more or less the tiny fly-away, baby hairs that don’t typically fit into a ponytail. However, when one receives a pixie […]

Women have sideburns. They’re no Elvisonian-styled mutton chops, but we have them. (And yes, “Elvisonian” is a word. It was dubbed by Elvis fans to mean Elvis-like, or an Elvis aficionado.) Women’s sideburns are more or less the tiny fly-away, baby hairs that don’t typically fit into a ponytail. However, when one receives a pixie […]

I don’t own a brush — I have hands for that. I don’t own a blow dryer — I have the wind/air drying for that. I don’t own a straightener; my hair has no extreme curl to it. And I don’t own gel or any other sort of hair product, mainly because I wouldn’t know […]