Ah, haircuts. A person wouldn't think such a small thing holds so much power.
Someone's always trying to get me to cut my hair, and I was given pixie cuts by my mom when I was young,. Ever since then it's been an 'issue' -- my hair, that is. And it doesn't only involve me, but my sister too. The hair is just so important to them! It's actually funny, how important it is to them.
And, the work world....all through the 'career' eighties and nineties, throgh a marriage and a divorce, the hair continued to be a subject of discussion. Rebelliously long, very short, medium length for years, always back and forth back and forth back and forth to some person wielding scizzors. I've finally stopped doing that! All one length, chop off the ends once in a while. LONG, LONG, LONG.
Well, maybe it is a little bit of an ego issue for me....
But I love long hair. I LOVE long hair. LONG hair. On men, on women, on whoever. Grow it! Be it! Long, beautiful HAIR!
just so you know I'm on your side...