Friday, 27 June 2008

The Good Wife

I got my hair cut this afternoon and, although I was a bit unsure at first, I now love it! I love the fringe, I love the length. The only thing annoying me slightly is the colour, but I can always dye it... when I have some cash.

Just before she dried my hair she asked if I had a boyfriend. I replied "Yea, and he hates my hair short!". We both burst out laughing and had a girl-power moment during which we agreed that it's our hair and we will wear it how we like! - A sentiment I could not agree with more, after watching my mother cut her hair repeatedly to look like a mushroom in order to please my father. She hates it, we hate it, but it's how Dad likes it so it's how it's going to stay.

Screw that.

After sending Steve one of the photos above, he confirmed that he doesn't like it.

Part of me thinks that maybe I should give in and conform to a husband's/boyfriend's wishes... not just with regards to a haircut but just things in general. Right now I'm far too strong-willed and uncompromising to change myself for anyone else. Maybe I will one day? And maybe that will be a sad day.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

As a dude, I don't see what the big deal is to wear your hair long if your guy hates short hair. We all need encouragement, and in my life nothing gives it like my gal's long tresses. Now, if she REALLY hated it, I'd accept that, but I'd never be happy about it.