It's right there on top of your head, ready, willing, and able to make a fool of you unless you master it in some way. It's hair, and it's funny. Hair is the biggest symbol of anxiety that we possess. Those who know what to do with it are admired, envied, and usually resented by those who don't. Everyone, hairy or bald, vain or oblivious, has had, at the very least, a passing fear about their hair. Some change their dos at the drop of a hat. Others don't and stick stubbornly with one hairstyle their whole lives through. There is always a lingering worry, in the back of everyone's head, so to speak, that it could be better or, at least, different. After all, when you take off your clothes, your hair is the only thing left on you, a "kick me" sign attached to your flesh.
Copyright © 1998 by Mimi Pond