|Illustration: Courtesy of Angela Keeler|
I've never been particularly interested in hair. That is to say, I don't blow-dry (I'm blowdryer impaired), hate the feeling of product in my hair, and more often than not, tie it up in a knot or ponytail. I do, however, splurge on rather extravagant haircuts, so that should the urge to wear my hair down strike, I am ready - without having to blowdry.
Well, those haircuts, which used to happen every couple months, have now been spaced out to every several months (someone please suggest a great hairdresser in NJ), and I now find myself with hair down to my waist - literally.
So here's the question: Am I pushing it? Should ultra-long locks be reserved for sorority girls and reality-show stars? Such an odd dilemma, as I've never really been that attached to my hair. Over the years I've worn it in a myriad of lengths. The shorter cuts were almost always impulsive decisions that stuck around due to my impatience with "growing it out." Once past a certain length, my laziness would inevitably creep in and voilà - I'd become slave to the ponytail. A shame, really, because I've been told by many hairdressers that I have great hair (I'm guessing that means thick and healthy due to my inability to blowdry).
But more questions - Is it totally unrefined and way too granola for a gal in her late 30's to wear her hair à la Jerry Hall circa 1977? Does it look like I'm grasping onto my fleeting youth for dear life? Does my "hotness" factor correspond to the length of my mane? Surely I am spending way too much time analyzing this situation.
Oh, where is Ken Paves when you need him...