When I was younger I had curly hair and I hated what humid weather did to it, because I wouldn't just let it be curly. I insisted on doing so much shit to it. Now, it's gray and gray hair has a mind of its own. I have given up. I just grew the shit out and 99 percent of the time I put it up. Every once in a while, I crack the whip with a bunch of gel and hot tools and force it to behave. (Usually, when I need a profile pic.)

I actually intend to write a piece about my struggles with my hair and how it affected my life. Unfortunately, I'm serious -- I let my stupid hair keep me from doing a lot of fun things because I didn't want to mess up my hair. I thought I looked bad if I didn't keep it under strict control. I was so dumb.