I hate women with great hair!!! Sorry,but I just seem to find nothing in common with them.

Who ever has not had a bad hair day,hasn’t truly experienced life’s ups and downs!!!

But,I am also efficient at recognising,a stray,unruly strand,that has escaped the attempt of over haul…..and hence,I recognise,almost every woman,tied together in sisterhood,not by the umbilical cord but by the “hair and there”syndrome!!!    

I have been through a roller coaster of a life,hence I was born with a bad hair day,that’s panned over 40years……

I think it’s worse than chumming,pms,hysterectomy, menopause,even Manopause!!!!! It’s a natural disaster,very high on the Richter scale!!!!!

Waking up to yourself with a bad hair day,is like beauty,waking up in bed,with the beast…..

I know deep inside,I am a beauty,atleast potentially so,but the beast on my head has a mind of its own. Each hair decides to move in opposite direction,some against gravity. All wiry,some like the heart beat on a monitor,some like a telephone cord and some,like mine,which just look,electrocuted!Untameable,is that even a word…well should be an adjective to describe wild women,with wild spirits,and even wilder hair.

So once on a set,before an angel called the hairstylist had touched my hair with her magic wand,the director met me,looked at me solemnly and honestly said “you look like a hobo”….I kept dancing all day thinking she had called me “boho” 

Until someone bust the bubble and told me “hobo” means homeless bum!!!

See that’s what I mean,when I have a bad hair day,not only do I look like a disaster,but I feel like one too and the meaning of disaster and divine gets entangled in this unruly nest.

But the bright side……this golliwog can be rescued by a blowdry!!!! 

BLOWDRY NOT BLOWJOB!!!!

Yeah!I know the difference….Today I’m having a good hair day!!!!