Rehab

Lately, my hair is my worst enemy. What was once one of my absolute favorite parts of me is now something I prefer to chunk back in a rubber band, combing the bangs down into my face - the only real part of my mop I enjoy anymore.
Coupled with my sometimes-intense boredom and a growing need to redefine myself I have often pondered shaving my head altogether and just being done with growing out the beach blonde and sea water damage, starting over entirely.
I once read in an old issue of Vogue that in order to carry off very very short hair a woman has to be either exceptionally beautiful or exceptionally ugly. I would imagine that a shaved head would ring an even more severe truth to that statement.
Anyway, recent celebrity cavalcades have issued me a warning that screams without hesitation 'No, don't do it!' and so I put the scissors and shaver down to let it grow out and figure someone more talented than myself should be allowed to hack away at it at a later date.
Thanks Britney!