June 3rd, 2007
From eight years old, I had long hair to the middle of my back. I remember how much I detested having the try and manage it. Brushing it after bath time, ponytails, pigtails, headbands, clips, combs, barrettes. Ugh. The rats nests that would ensue in my ponytails when I was ten were horrific. Rats could of had families - extended families - in that mess of hair and I wouldn’t have know.
In my mid-teens I did as many teens do – follow the trends and defy their parents. One fight my mom and I would constantly have would be about my hair. I wanted to dye it, she said no. Perm it? No. Crimp it? No. Cut it? Just a trim.
I fought and fought her, but come Hell or high water that woman was always adamant that whatever I was begging to do, I would regret in the near future.
I incessantly pushed her. Always with an argument – “It’s my hair I can do what I want!”
When that failed I tried the, “You’re not the boss of me. I can do what I want!” or “Why are you so mean? It’s just hair! I can do what I want!”
The stomping to my room, slamming the door, crying; nothing worked. That woman was like
And one day she just broke. Or let me think she broke.
I was allowed to cut it off!
When I say cut it off, I mean Cut. It. Off.
We went to the hairdresser we’d been using for years. I remember walking in, head held high, victoriously smiling, as though I had defeated my mother, worn her down and made her subject to my request. I proudly told the stylist what I wanted.
[blank stare]
With an exaggerated nod, I ensured her that this is what I wanted.
She glanced towards my mom who shrugged her shoulders and nodded.
snip, snip, snip, snipsnipsnipsnip
The weight fell away. I was free! As I watched the hair float to the ground I felt a little queasy. I looked in the mirror and realized it. was. ALL. gone.
OMG! What have a done!?
Me and my fuckin’ pixie cut (note my friends hair too!)
A pixie cut. A fuckin‘ pixie cut!
jesuschirst!whathaveidone!
Worst part? I had to fake just how great it was so that my mother would have no idea how right she was.
I can’t wait for those days! As a parent, I am so looking forward to letting my child do something totally stupid (within reason) that I can rub their noses in and laugh at their expense, because I know my mom must have been enjoying this.
Got a bad haircut story? Tell me about it in the comments, or link to a post in your blog! Pictures are great! I wanna see pictures!
OMG!!!! I am LMAO–I read that 1st sentence to say you had long hairs growing on your back and I was wondering why in the hell you manage it and make pig tails and brush it! I had to go back and re-read that sentence a couplke of times LMAO
I better finish this coffee as I am still groggy–can ya’ tell!
Off to re-read this post the RIGHT way LOL
June 3rd, 2007 at 11:17 am
OK, read the whole thing the right way–and btw, LOVE that pixie cut!
My issue wasn’t hair, it was a pair of pants, the ones that zipped all the way around from belly button, down your crotch, up the ass crack, to the top of the pants. My best friend had a balck pair and I WANTED somed. My mom refused–called them pussy pants; said they drew attention to your pussy. Yes, she was that blunt.
Then there was the time my best friend had black panties with a playboy decay the size of a dime on them. I WANTED some too. Oh no! I wasn’t allowed to were black panties let alone playboy decals!
My mom never gave in, but you would never know it if you knew her now. She is one wild woman! LOL But at 14 I moved in with my dad when my parents divorced. I got my pussy pants and my black panties–and guess what? It wasn’t all that. It was more fun when mom forbid it LOL And mom wasn’t even there to shake her head or scrawl or anything.
The things we do to distinguish ourselves from our parents LOL But boys are abit easier, Sam…well at least so far. Michael has pushed me and it has been hard…but he is coming around.
June 3rd, 2007 at 11:25 am
God, I don’t type or spell very well pre-coffee–do I ? LOL
June 3rd, 2007 at 11:26 am
I think you look absolutely adorable!!! There is no way on Gods green earth could I swing a haircut like that!
June 3rd, 2007 at 12:55 pm
I actually like the pixie cut! It’s cute!
June 4th, 2007 at 8:03 am
Can you hear me laughing all the way to ontariariarioo? That was REALLY great!
yes, I have a HORRIBLE story - that involves paola’s first month in kindergarten, lice, and a new born baby. That said. It was the worst Hair I ever ever had, and when I look at photo’s now - I want to CRINGE/DIE.
June 5th, 2007 at 7:06 pm
wow sam, do we have the same mom? Mine was the Same way, but I defeated her at age 5, and it Sucked. I never got it cut short again! LOL I hope this works….
dont laugh!
June 5th, 2007 at 7:21 pm
well that didnt work, I did put the code in for the picture grrrrrrr
June 5th, 2007 at 7:21 pm
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/justme3679/Deana%20and%20Casey/age4.jpg
try that?
oops I was 4
June 5th, 2007 at 7:22 pm