…and while sometimes it’s nice, it usually drives me apes***. It looks okay right after I’ve washed, moussed, sprayed, clipped it up, let it set, & blow dried it. Fabulous. It starts to fall after about four hours.
I have a frizz problem, too. With the exception of the aforementioned four hours of fabulousness, it’s frizzy. Most days are “okay hair, if you’re not going to do what I say, then get the hell out of my way” days. I’ll pull it back off my face, and try & fluff it out a little. But my hair is also red, and has a serious 'tude. It’ll look decent…until I walk away from the mirror. I get to work, BAM! Gone to hell.
One of the funniest things I ever saw was a few years ago, on the news. They decided to do a fluff piece on bad hair days. They did the man-on-the-street thing, approaching people and asking if they’d had bad hair days. One of the people they asked was a bald guy. Telly Savalas-bald. No hair whatsoever. He laughed, and said “no, I haven’t had any bad hair days in a while, but lately, I have been having a series of bad forehead days.” Cracked me up!