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It has become traditional, one might say cliche, for a woman to cut her hair during times of transition. Hairdressers are kept in business by their female clients beginning new jobs (requiring a cut as sharp as their suit), going through divorces (the idea that new hair equals a new you, ignoring the statistics that men almost always cheat with women who have longer hair) or simply getting older (and who needs hair long enough for pigtails anymore?).
Hair becomes something to shackle a person with, bonds made out of vanity and tightened by expectation, nailed to the wall by the repeated mantra of this is how it's always been. The act of cutting it, then, is freedom. The chance to move on, unfettered.
Then, I wonder what it says when the cut is to a style
Private:
It isn't cut, of course, merely pinned underneath. Having squandered Byakuya's grocery money on candy and cleaning fluid there is nowhere near enough remaining to pay for a decent haircut, and it does not appear that barbers work on the same 'Credit' system that Tatsuki explained to me was the case with QVC (must stop watching their night time programming, I can survive without sheep-print flannel sheets).
Still, it made quite an impression. I was approached more than usual at college, and not just by tutors wanting to know where I have been since term started (would you leave the house if the sink was dirty?). One of my classmates - well, the manner in which he talks makes me think that four months may not be too short a time to find a suitable candidate for the act of removing my maidenhead. True, he has a lazy eye, and teenage acne which has not quite cleared up, but I am lead to believe that keeping my eyes closed during intercourse is entirely acceptable.
He has been remarkably quiet for someone usually incapable of it. I would think he was mouldering in his bedroom were it not that Sakura would have noticed the smell. It isn't that I care, of course. I only wondered if he made track captain in hopes of cheering on the opposing side. I don't think it could be considered to mean anything if I went down and...
No.
Hair becomes something to shackle a person with, bonds made out of vanity and tightened by expectation, nailed to the wall by the repeated mantra of this is how it's always been. The act of cutting it, then, is freedom. The chance to move on, unfettered.
Then, I wonder what it says when the cut is to a style
Private:
It isn't cut, of course, merely pinned underneath. Having squandered Byakuya's grocery money on candy and cleaning fluid there is nowhere near enough remaining to pay for a decent haircut, and it does not appear that barbers work on the same 'Credit' system that Tatsuki explained to me was the case with QVC (must stop watching their night time programming, I can survive without sheep-print flannel sheets).
Still, it made quite an impression. I was approached more than usual at college, and not just by tutors wanting to know where I have been since term started (would you leave the house if the sink was dirty?). One of my classmates - well, the manner in which he talks makes me think that four months may not be too short a time to find a suitable candidate for the act of removing my maidenhead. True, he has a lazy eye, and teenage acne which has not quite cleared up, but I am lead to believe that keeping my eyes closed during intercourse is entirely acceptable.
He has been remarkably quiet for someone usually incapable of it. I would think he was mouldering in his bedroom were it not that Sakura would have noticed the smell. It isn't that I care, of course. I only wondered if he made track captain in hopes of cheering on the opposing side. I don't think it could be considered to mean anything if I went down and...
No.