I've decided to grow my hair out. Not
I'd been looking at some photos from
It will not be an easy road. I'm going through the awkward stage where the hair on the sides is long enough to lie down, but the top still wants to stand straight up, like a faux-Mohawk. This is not a good look. I wear a hat. Once I make it past this stage, I'll be reacquainted with my long-time nemesis: Morning Hair. JQP named the two levels; regular strength was "Calvin Hair", after Calvin & Hobbes. When everything randomly arches, splays, twists, or droops as if my head just erupted, it's "Beethoven Hair." This is why I can't go to bed with someone on the first few dates; they see my hair in the morning. Sometimes I never hear from them again.
Anyway, once I get my hair grown out again, I can worry about what's going on in the news. Unless I decide to grow a beard.