The Outside Of My Head
As a teenager I was embarrassed by my hair. I could comb it to lie relatively flat, except for the very front, which combing only made worse-like pulling a strip of paper across a scissors blade. I looked like Clem from the comic strip “Rose Is Rose.” Even now, all that barbers can do is cut my hair short enough to comb into a manageable shape, but all that does is make my head look like an egg. As it grows, it reverts to its customary tangle of corn silk.
A friend at seminary who was appalled at my lack of fashion sense (pastel sports shirts and dark, high-rise trousers) advised me to revel in my curls and let it grow the way it wants to. I did that for a few years, but as it got longer between haircuts I looked more and more like Abbie Hoffman.
Finally I have hit upon The Answer: What I do now to my hair is-absolutely nothing. When I step out of the shower I shake it, and that’s all. I don’t even towel it dry; I just leave it plastered to my head. It takes almost thirty minutes to dry, but that’s all right. When it’s dry it's distributed evenly in nice, tight curls. More than one woman has asked me if I have a permanent.
I guess I can truthfully answer yes, can’t I? My ’do is more permanent than anything coming out of a beauty shop.
The Cornsilk Years
A friend at seminary who was appalled at my lack of fashion sense (pastel sports shirts and dark, high-rise trousers) advised me to revel in my curls and let it grow the way it wants to. I did that for a few years, but as it got longer between haircuts I looked more and more like Abbie Hoffman.
Finally I have hit upon The Answer: What I do now to my hair is-absolutely nothing. When I step out of the shower I shake it, and that’s all. I don’t even towel it dry; I just leave it plastered to my head. It takes almost thirty minutes to dry, but that’s all right. When it’s dry it's distributed evenly in nice, tight curls. More than one woman has asked me if I have a permanent.
I guess I can truthfully answer yes, can’t I? My ’do is more permanent than anything coming out of a beauty shop.
The Cornsilk Years