And yet...

A part of me wants out altogether. Hence my musings about being bald.

Straightening my hair hasn't changed my intellect one whit. Nor has it altered my sense of humor, my laughter, my talking or singing voice, the way I walk, and on, and on, and on...

Wearing my natural hair didn't make me a rebel, a hippie, a pot smoker, a punk, etc., etc.

Hmmmm.

Hearing about the hair-related stereotypes on both sides, it reminds me of the days when I used to be a Seventh Day Adventist. After I left that denomination, I remember wondering if I'd go poof if I wore a bracelet or got my ears pierced...