For the record (a rant)

"Wavy hair" does not mean taking some girl with straight hair and adding some kinky, curling-iron "waves."

I'm so sick of never being able to find a decent picture of a person with my hair type (a.k.a. truly, genetically-created wavy hair).

Any time I try to look up wavy hair, I get something like this:
(via Marie Claire, the first search engine result this time around)

This girl does NOT have wavy hair. She has kinky hair. She has almost-straight hair that someone scrunched with some product to make it look "wavy."

THIS is wavy hair:
(it's also a highly edited picture of me, but try to ignore that part).

Real wavy hair is wild, crazy, and unruly. It's a blessing (if that's what you call everyone fawning over your hair because, "it's natural!?") and a curse (wave hair is not cool in middle school, and it takes a long time to straighten).

So, I've pretty much lost my train of thought now, and I have no idea what my point was going to be. What started out as a short post about the injustice of the lack of photo-resources for wavy-maned folks like me turned into a full on rant.

Any way, I guess my point is, I'm pretty much on my own when it comes to how to cut and style my hair, because the fashion/hair world has left me high and dry.

On a hair-related note, have you ever noticed how all hairstyles in "hairstyle" magazines look like they're from the late 90's or early 2000s? Seriously, next time you're near a magazine section, pick up one about hairstyles, and I guarantee, 90% will be some variation of the Kate Gosselin reverse mullet. No lie.

An Awesome Thing: A Good Haircut

Inspired by the blog 1000 Awesome Things (which I have mentioned before), I just had to write an entry about something I am way too excited about: my new haircut. BEWARE: This entry was written after midnight, meaning that I cannot account for what late-night giddiness and/or half-asleep-ness may be fanning the flames of my already extremely vain feelings about my hair.

About a week ago, I got approximately 6.5 inches of hair cut off. For me, that is a pretty significant amount. Not only have I had relatively long hair for a good 4ish years, when I did get it trimmed, it was usually just that - a trim, an inch or two off, just to make the ends look nice again.


Now, I know how vain/shallow/conceited this will make me sound, but for a long time, I was very attached to my long hair. I'm not kidding you when I say it took about a week of mental preparation leading to what I like to call "The Big Chop." Yes, I realize that some people, usually participating in Locks of Love or a similar program, will get 10+ inches cut off at a time, but for me, over 6 was a pretty big deal.

All this to say, I could not be happier with the result of my hair cut! A week later, and I am still excited about it (that's how you know it's good). After having to manage that long, thick, wavy mane of mine for so long, it is so freeing to have half as much hair. Anyone out there who has had a good haircut knows what I'm talking about. It's easier to style, it looks good, it feels good – I know you know.

For those of you out there who have not yet experienced the pure bliss of the perfect haircut, have faith. One day, when you least expect it, you will walk out of the salon feeling like a changed person, and at that moment, you'll just know. Until then...well, I'm not really sure what to tell you to do, I just felt the need to say until then.

I apologize for this post. I'll try not to write blog posts at such late hours in the future. I can't make any promises though.