The Pink Shoe Diaries

i have some words to the wise: if you are a woman with naturally gurly hair...do not attempt to give yourself a blowout on a day such as this. i do not speak of myself, i have learned the hard way not to commit such sins. I speak of the lady on the train this morning, whose pathetic attempts to smooth her humidity-induced, apres-blow drying 'fro did little more than fluff it to even larger dimensions. i know that hair, i have that hair, and i know what it is capable: Hair such as this is a weopan to all those standing within a 2 foot distance which, on a friday morning commute, is unavoidable. when i was not suffocating on frizz, I was gagging on stray hairs that made their way into my throat . I had an egg for breakfast..i did NOT need the extra protein I assure you. i eventually moved away from her precense and absconded to more familiar territory: near the bright colored suit-clad safety of the frosty-haired soccer mom commuters. they, at least, have the decency to keep their hair in banana clips.