Okay, this will be short one, but my passion for the topic is long.
I flew to Boston on the Delta Shuttle this morning, and the plane was packed. The woman who sat next to me was your standard business traveler. Well dressed. Brand accessories. Blackberry at the ready. Tasteful makeup.
God awful hair.
What’s up with that? I know it was an early flight — a 7:30am shuttle requires a 5:15ish wake up to get it all done and get to LaGuardia on time — but how come you can pull together a stylish wardrobe — complete with accessories– but can’t spare a few moments for your coif?
For shame. You are not excused.
And don’t brush it 20 times like that is going to make a difference. You didn’t blow it dry, you didn’t style it, and brushing it doesn’t do much more than make your frizzy mop that much more pathetic.
I got up the extra 15 minutes to deal with my massive amounts of hair. You take responsibility for yours, too, sister.
That is all.
