So the doorbell rang after dinner. I, cranky, muttered that it was probably someone going door to door soliciting for stuff.
But no! Tonight, the door contained a
cupcake_goth and a
stroppy_baggage!
I mean, I still have to get that No FREAKING Solicitors! sign up, but hey! Random drop in visits rock.
I need to get to my comment backlog. Ahahaha.
::stares at inbox::
Yeah, that. Right.
Today's obsession: Vidal Sassoon.
Yes, that one. I can't believe he's 80. Damn. He's amazing, the anti-fascist activist kid from the streets of London turned salon superstar turned humanitarian hero. I mean, in some respects, revolutionizing the field of hair styling and becoming a brand name is the least of what he's done in his lifetime. And he's still looking damn good.
I'm not sure one could write a fictional character who did everything Sassoon has done and have anyone believe it outside of a comedy. Though that may be the hair part (because, hell, even I find the contrast of warrior/hair dresser/humanitarian to be comedy gold). I mean, perhaps if his success in life had been doing anything else. Warrior/Novelist/Humanitarian? Nothing innately funny there. But slip in hair, and suddenly, it's an Adam Sandler film.