White Girl Problems.

I feel like it's time I start blogging about me.

Today was the first day in what feels like forever that I had nothing on the to-do list. Well. I'm sure there were plenty of things I needed to do. But nothing I had to do that if left undone would result in unemployment, homelessness, or a strongly worded email. So thus, I had nothing. I finally finished Tina Fey's memoir and I highly suggest it.

Tina Fey's quote of the day: "There is no one of-woman-born who doesn't love Red Lobster cheddar biscuits. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar and a socialist."

Agreed.

So while I was working really hard at making a Beeber shaped dent in the couch I started catching up on my thinking time. Which naturally leads me to thinking about my biggest source of grief.

My hair.

Now, I know that hair woes are usually considered to be the plight of the girls of color but let me rock your world. White girls can have bad hair too. I am not the girl who wakes up every morning and runs a brush through her pretty hair and it always looks beautiful/neat/trendy. No. Every day is a mystery. There are good days. There are really good days. But mostly there are days when people look at me and think, "Is she doing that on purpose?" My answer: Kind of. Sometimes it's just ridiculous.


Yes. I like big hair. I love it big, actually. I like it kind of crispy. I want to look like someone's first wife from New Jersey. I can't help it.

This lady might be to blame.

I can't reveal her identity so I will only call her by her alias. Dawna.

But most days I just put a handful (that is a lie, it's more like two handfuls) of mousse in it, say a prayer, and hope for the best.

So let's cut the crap. What I'm getting at is that I've got a hair appointment coming up and I need to know what to do. Keep growing it out to get back to the long curly look (Homeless Couture) or cut it short again for the short straight look (Sassy and Classy)? Obvioulsy, I don't expect you to make your decisions from memory. Let me show you some pics...

Here's how it looks today:

My flash might be too bright. Not too bright to capture the crazy look in my eyes though.

Here is my long hair on good days:

Pros:

• Easy to manage.
• Lots of compliments.
  
• The pleasure of the ponytail.
• Nice and big.
• Lots of hair options.

Cons:

• Major shedding.
• Debris trap.
• Washing it kind of feels like hand washing a sweater. Every day.
• At least 20 mins to blow dry. I would have to do it in shifts because I'd hotbox myself in the bathroom.
  
• Hard to straighten.
  

This is about as straight as it gets.

Short hair on good days:
Pros:

• Straightens like a champ.
• Less homely looking. Easily looks neat/done.
• Washing and drying is a dream.
• People always told me it was cute.
  

Cons:

• I kind of feel like I should be shuttling kids to a soccer game in a mini van.
• No ponytail = no bueno. I look like a boy at the gym.
• More work. It pretty much only looks good straight.
• Short hair can be challenging on a chubby girl.
  

I need your help, homies! Which do you think looks best? Any ideas for something new? What are your hair woes?

I may just have to start wearing hats....