Hair...what a curse!  No matter what kind of hair we have we almost always long for something else.  Straight hair?  You want curly.  Curly hair? You want straight.

As an older woman, I was tired of a lifetime of fighting with my curly hair.  Rain was the dreaded enemy.  Before straighteners, there was Dippity Doo.  Remember that thick pink gunk?  I'd goop down my banging and taped them straight, only to have them boing up again once the tape was removed. Then I tried to have it straightened...and it rebelled and fell out.

So as I aged and my hair got thinner, I cut it off.  Yes, really really short.  So short that women would come up to me and ask if I was a cancer survivor.  No, I'd say, I'd a bad hair survivor. The response is often - oh, I wish I had the courage to cut my hair that short.

You have a choice - be a slave to your tresses or free yourself!

It was during a period in my life when I felt I didn't have control over most of the things that were happening to me and around me.  But the one thing I could control was my hair...so I cut it off.  I went to a men's barbershop the first time and told him to cut off anything that curled.  Later I found a "proper" hairdresser and have been going to him ever since, to avoid that shaved neck thingy that barbers do.

It's turning grey faster than I'd like but I refuse to color it and support a bad habit.  Besides I need it cut once a month and I'd weep over the expense of having my colored curls lobed off.

I am so grateful to my mother that I had a easy birth, hence a well-shaped head!  And grateful to Bill, my hairdresser, for the great haircuts. My biggest regret - never being able to flirtatiously flip my hair. Curly hair doesn't flip.

I also grateful that I no longer have to buy any hair product except shampoo.

Free yourselves, ladies, cut your hair off!