No. Really
Then I would not be so amazed at what’s out there. Walking around in front of God and everybody. Nor is it just the people, the products are pretty far out there sometimes too. I’ve gotten used to hair–long, short, absent (by choice or by chop)color challenged or color riotous, styled or not so–in various iterations, some flattering, some not. And I still haven’t grasped the attraction of the really long tresses (That’s the poetic description; not many of us are all that poetic, let’s face it.). Long curls coming out from under a football helmet still strike me as unusual…though it’s not anymore…and a bit of a hassle sometimes, I would think. As long as hair of any length is clean, it’s “wearer’s choice”, but why bother with all that? I had hair long enough to sit on for a long time (picture that, if you will) and I COULD NOT WAIT until I could get it cut–in the 7th grade, as it turned out. I often think that some individuals go for the “long look” because they fancy that it has some antique appearance to it–you know, Rapunzel and all that, or maybe the Wild West, Buffalo Bill, perhaps, or even Biblical–choose Samson or Mary Magdalene( There’s a stretch) . I also tend to think that it had to do with the fact that scissors were not invented in their present form until 1761 or thereabouts, and at least partly because they did not take a good cutting edge. Without sharp scissors, one was faced with the alternatives of plucking (made baldness almost popular). Wielding a knife or a flame were also sometimes possible, but not without danger (always tip your hairdresser/barber…or else.)…and not really amenable to styling. I do not actually understand long-haired athletes at all; seems like the extra weight and the flying-around factor would be prohibitive. But what do I know?
Tattoos are yet another cause for amazement. Everybody’s got ‘em nowadays. No more just “Mom” or “USMC”–every color possible on skin and some nearly impossible to see–family names, poetic verses, song lyrics, biblical sayings–you name it, you will probably get to see it out there walking around on somebody–as I have said before, “They don’t make grandmas like they used to,” and there sure are plenty of ‘em that do not look like mine did. As a matter of fact, I never, ever, saw either of my grandmas without a dress most likely with an apron over unless going to church. Picturing either of them–or Great Grandma, for that matter–with a tattoo would take me off into the realm of fantasy. Heck, I only recently found out that the grandma who graduated in 1915 played basketball! USMC might have gone on her apron. Who knew?
Just choosing where to put one would be more than I can deal with. All of the good locations are taken by age spots.
