February 20, 2007
Big Wig
This is a picture of my TV. Haha. And featured on the TV is a bloke dressed as a women hosting a variety show. Nice hair. How can I get mine that big? Not to be funny, but I swear there are women getting around with hair that big. Big hair is BIG over here. Most girls my age get around to the supermarket with hair styles I wouldn't even ask a hairdresser to do for me - just way too much effort. There seems to be an obsession with forcing hair to be exactly what it is not. Straight hair must be curly. Thick hair must be think. Black hair must be... orange. Just have your OWN hair! I know this isn't the only country in the world where women can never be happy with what they've got. Why do people insist on constantly dying, cutting, curling, straightening their hair? Just let it be. It'd look a damn sight healthier if it wasn't full of chemicals constantly, then you wouldn't need those bullshit hair products to make it appear healthy. Although that in itself is ridiculous when you consider that hair is dead anyway. How can something dead be healthy? According to all reliable sources ie. those boys who haven't yet become too scared to make randoms comments about women's bits, the only time my hair looks any good (read: sexy) is when it's been saturated in sea water, tied into many small knots and then wind ravaged. The exact opposite of what women constantly tell each other is nice hair. Go figure. Actually it strikes me that a lot of the time what women perceive as a desirable feature is not all that appealing to the majority of men. Odd.
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