Hair: The Long & Short of It

Sometime last October or November I decided to let my hair grow for the first time since I was about 12 or 13, I think. Of course, back then, being "clean cut" was more a function of dad's preferences than my own; but it was what it was. Then I was in a private school that required it, then Navy ROTC in college, and then the Navy. Paradise lost. Or so I thought. So I never had the chance to be a "long hair." Well, you can have it, I say. Wearing it was fine, I guess, once my head adjusted to the added insulation and stopped its sweating 24/7 (damp pillows really suck). My wife liked the look, so that's something. But how in the hell to contend with the pain in the ass that is washing it? Jesus Christ on a banana peel: tangles galore, unless you "condition" -- like a woman -- and if you do that, then it feels greasy-like within a day. Yech! Then there's the wet-head look for an hour; unless of course you want to blow dry (again, like a girl). So here was the before and after scene last weekend at the...

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Richard Nikoley

I'm Richard Nikoley. Free The Animal began in 2003 and as of 2022, contains over 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from health, diet, and food to travel and lifestyle; to politics, social antagonism, expat-living location and time independent—while you sleep—income. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. Read More
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