Sing it, sister. I have my dad’s baby fine, poker straight hair. (Why oh why I couldn’t have gotten the blue eyes too, I’ll never know). Right now, I have it permed, because it never holds a curl, and has absolutely NO body whatsoever. It also soaks up more oil than OPEC.
So the perm gives it some nice body, and nice curls. Not the old fashioned, Richard Simmons meets Weird Al kind, either. Just nice, soft curls. And it’s not nearly as greasy.
Straight, baby-fine and damaged. That’s me.
Yet another “straight as Michael J. Fox and twice as limp” hair here. If I wear it up in a chignon I look like an Irish scrubwoman right off the boat; if I wear it down I look like a cackling old hippie. If I cut it, I look like Meryl Streep in that “dingo got my bay-bay!” movie.
I’m thinking of doing what Queen Eliz I did: just shave it off and get a wig for every day in the week.
Mine is naturally wavy, boring brown and more or less shoulder length. I don’t hate it, but I’m with Lissa, I’d rather read than primp. Thus I’ve been known to go for months with limp, styleless hair between haircuts.
At present I’m job hunting. So, I’ve gotten it cut before my last several interviews. The one I got at the beginning of May didn’t work for me. I’d had layers, but the way it got cut that time made it kind of bush out at chin length, and then have this layer which went to my shoulders. If I fussed, it generally looked ok, but sometimes it just looked silly.
So I got it cut again at the end of May. This time I pointed out what I didn’t like about my last hair cut. Well, this stylist trimmed it, put in more layers, but staggered them better. I’ve been told that my hair is “cute” enough times to make me scream (I’m not convinced that Cute is the look I’m aiming for).
Saturday, I went to a party. So, I’d spent some time fussing–not a lot, but enough. Put in some mousse, so it would look like I’d fussed. My hostess says to me “Eureka, your hair looks really decent today.” I wasn’t sure whether to feel complimented or not (it was meant as a compliment, Hostess says she says that frequently, and people often look at her funny).
Eve, you’ve been upset about your hair for at least as long as I’ve been on the Boards. Might I suggest drastic action?
Three wigs. One, plainum and permed, a la Jean Harlow.
The second, long and red, like Rita Hayworth.
The third, bobbed and brunette, similar to Liza Minelli.
Alternate as desired.
I don’t really know Eve’s hair well enough to hate it. I’ve been told by my hair that Eve’s hair has a mind of its own, and that’s a quality that I rather like.
Eve, I’ll only hate your hair if it’s better than mine.
I look at those girls with the perfect hair - hair that they can twist up in careless pretty knots or wear straight or curly or however they please and have it look good all damn day - and I think “bitch.”
Mine is very fine, meaning I can only achieve two styles. Limp, or puffy. Some days, I’m a tumbleweed. Other days, I’ve been dipped into the deep fryer head first.
So, Eve, if you can do anything better than that without professional help, your hair is a bitch.
Oh, I hate your hair, Eve. I hate your hair because it isn’t mine.
Nobody’s can be worse than mine. So, all of you in this thread, I hate *all * of your hair! Every one of you! I hate it!
runs away crying
I don’t hate Eve’s hair. Hate is a negative emotion, and requires a lot of energy. I have to save that energy to figure out what to do with my hair. It’s about halfway down my back now, and most of the layers have grown out. I generally keep it up or in a braid as hot as it’s been here lately. I have a feeling that when it’s time to put the top back on the Jeep for the winter, the layers are coming back. Until then, it’s nice to be able to pull it all back and keep it out of my eyes. Getting slashed across the eye with a strand of hair at 65mph hurts!
I’m on the verge of getting my hair cut again, always, always hoping and imagining I’ll look like this, despite the fact that I always end up looking like this.
Well, for the most part I like my hair. It’s down to my ankles and vibrant purple. It’s easy to wrap up in a bun when I don’t want to deal with down-to-my-ankles (most of the time). But is a teeny, tiny, weeny bit of volume or body too much to ask for?
mischievous
I don’t hate Eve’s hair. Why would I hate Eve’s hair? Eve’s hair never did anything to me. Okay, Eve’s hair did shoot my dog. But it was self-defense. Sparky was usually a good dog but he got mean when he’d been drinking.
Try wearing your hair after it’s been in a hair net all day! I’d like to have long hair but the stupid nets make it impractical. Stupid sanitary regulations!
This is why I shave my head. Well, this, and laziness. And hair loss due to illness. And the fact that it looks damn fine.
Well I used to have the best hair. It’s long, thick and wavy. However, it started to go gray a few years ago, and I am only 30! So I finally had to start coloring it… I color it its natural shade, which is dark brown, but the coloring is damaging it… When you think that the hair at the ends is at least 7 years old, that means that the hair at my scalp will have to endure 7 years of coloring before making its way to the bottom and being trimmed. And no, I won’t go with a short hairstyle - I would rather go all gray before going short. So I just have to keep coloring and conditioning the heck out of it for the rest of my days 
[theatremajor]
Approaches Eve, long hair flying free, tye-dye, jeans, sandals, perhaps a smell of colitus rising up through the air, and begins to sing…
*Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy*
[/theatremajor]
You SO don’t know Eve. 
Jeans? JEANS? I think not.
I currently hate my hair. But not Eve’s hair. Just mine. I got a cut that I love but it’s one of those must-cut-every-six-weeks numbers, and due to unfortunate circumstances, it ain’t getting cut for another few weeks and it’s misbehaving. Yes it is. Plus due to the same unfortunate circumstances I’m unable to wash it myself and must rely on the kindness of str… well… my husband. Which means it gets washed less than I’d like and occasionally I have to do desperate hair gel things to it. I think today is a desperate hair gel day.
I say!
Baldness is socially ‘sad’. Just be grateful your hormones don’t cause it.
And how did you know I have a couple of chins? 
Are you psychic? :eek:
