The struggle was epic and involved some Italian tweezers and a few choice threats, BUT GODS BE DAMNED, I WON. I only lost a dozen or so strands of hair.
I've had a rant planned for the last year and a half about how so many awesome female comic characters who used to have gloriously curly hair now look like they spend an hour every morning with a flat iron. Diana, Theresa Cassidy, Shulkie, Jean, MISTY KNIGHT for a while, etc.
Haven't done that one yet. My personal favorite is when I get in my car, close the door, and realize I've trapped anywhere from 3+ to maybe a couple of dozen hairs in between the door and the frame. Or when I release my seat-belt, and the shoulder-strap starts to take some my hair with it as it retracts. That's another favorite.
Haven't done that one yet. My personal favorite is when I get in my car, close the door, and realize I've trapped anywhere from 3+ to maybe a couple of dozen hairs in between the door and the frame.
HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME. ARGH.
See, it's partially my fault. I always wear my hair down when I go outside; I only put it up in an elegant (not) twist or ponytail when I'm at home and dangers do not lurk.
Been there, done that. I used to have hair to my knees; my braid ventured into all kinds of places. Car doors, regular doors, dresser drawers, etc. The most embarrassing was trying to stand up, stepping on it, and falling over.
Ooooh, self-pwned!! I've never tripped over my hair.
I think the worst I've ever had was, ah, after spending the night with my then boyfriend, and him having lots of fun running his hands through my hair and curling it around his fingers, and then waking up the next morning to find that my hair was ONE GIANT SNARL. Impenetrable! An entire bottle of conditioner and an hour in the shower did nada. It took me three days to finally get all the tangles out.
Now I have a Hands Off My Fucking Hair Until the Seventh Date rule with men. XD
oh man. I had about two feet of hair until this christmas. I have to say the most humiliating failure I had was vacuuming for a bit, feeling the slowing, weakening sound that means it's choking on hair(a common occurrence), flipped it upside down, and started yanking out hair to clear it's little roller, having forgotten that it was still on, but in passive drive mode.
So of course as I'm clearing it out, I bump one of the drive wheels, and the vac wakes up, and spins it's roller fitfully, helpfully snagging a lock of my hair, and dragging me towards the vacuum face like a cartoon character with his tie stuck in a machine.
Took me gingerly kicking the plug out of the wall, and walking the roller in reverse for about five minutes to free myself. Of course about half the hair was split or strained, but I needed a victory of some kind.
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Victoly!
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*glee* ALL THREE OF YOU IN THE SAME HOUSE. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
I mean, er, how wonderful!
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HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME. ARGH.
See, it's partially my fault. I always wear my hair down when I go outside; I only put it up in an elegant (not) twist or ponytail when I'm at home and dangers do not lurk.
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I think the worst I've ever had was, ah, after spending the night with my then boyfriend, and him having lots of fun running his hands through my hair and curling it around his fingers, and then waking up the next morning to find that my hair was ONE GIANT SNARL. Impenetrable! An entire bottle of conditioner and an hour in the shower did nada. It took me three days to finally get all the tangles out.
Now I have a Hands Off My Fucking Hair Until the Seventh Date rule with men. XD
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So of course as I'm clearing it out, I bump one of the drive wheels, and the vac wakes up, and spins it's roller fitfully, helpfully snagging a lock of my hair, and dragging me towards the vacuum face like a cartoon character with his tie stuck in a machine.
Took me gingerly kicking the plug out of the wall, and walking the roller in reverse for about five minutes to free myself. Of course about half the hair was split or strained, but I needed a victory of some kind.
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You poor man. My sympathies!
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