Yeah, there's a family lawyer that has all the documents, I'm just going though Dad's records so that I have a vague idea of what I'm looking at when I talk to the lawyer.

When my father died in '83, my mother ran into a lot of problems because her name wasn't on the deed to the house.

oldskool sexism

Yeah, my raised-by-wolves Hubby has some unpleasant swirls in the ice cream of his psyche.

Hah! Truth be told, he shaves his head. I don't know what his hair would look like if he didn't.

Frankly, I'm still terrified of the pixie cut. If I ever got one

JZ, what do you call the style you have now? Because I saw pictures of you (from Suzi's going-away party, I think), and I thought it was a pixie cut. It looks like your hair is already pretty darned short. (And, I might add, pretty darned pretty!)

But it totally could have been the angle of the pictures.

ION (well, still the hair-length issue, just not related to JZ's hair), I guess the thing that bothers me so much when it comes to men getting all obsessed and weird about women's hair length is that I just don't like someone telling me how I should look in order to be considered attractive.

Which, er, is something that everyone already knew about me, so I *should* just shut the fuck up about it, but I'm exiled from the internet almost all day now, so I have to post, dang it!

But seriously. "Your [waist-length/shoulder-length/pixie-cut] hair is sooooooooooooo gorgeous! I mean, like, really really really AMAZING! You must NEVER CHANGE IT EVER/GROW IT LONGER/CUT 10 INCHES OFF RIGHT NOW. Because, you know, women with [short hair/long hair/whatever] are unfeminine/ugly/DOOMED TO A LIFETIME OF LONELINESS AND SELF-PITY CORN FRITTERS AND YOU WILL BE, TOO, UNLESS YOU CHANGE YOUR APPEARANCE TO THE WAY I SAY RIGHT NOW!!!!"

That's, uh, how it reads to me when someone (generally a man I'm involved with, but not always) tells me I should grow my hair/cut my hair/color my hair back to blonde (I love The Boy, but that hurt)/wear more makeup/stop wearing makeup/wear heels/dress up/dress casual/whatthefuckever.

Which I realize is my own fucked-up, get-some-Prozac-now issue, but all the same, I don't think I've ever told a man I was involved with that I thought he should change his appearance. Because it feels like it would be a criticism of his current appearance, and therefore insulting and....my issues.

(Plus, the whole "Don't ever cut your hair, baby," thing feels so POSSESSIVE. Uh, dude, you do remember that it's not actually YOUR hair, right? It's MY goddamn hair, and I'll do whatever I want to it, 'K?)

Ah. So much to happen.

Drew, so sad for you and your family. I wish for you strength, and peace that you can hold for a while.

I am typing from a wonky keyboard, so I will not have much to say, although there is a lot I would like to.

I have an interview tomorrow at 11 CST. Wish me luck.

Trudy, yay job! Rub sommma that luck off on me, k?

I tried that shine/glossifier treatment tonight, cause it was a little too soon to dye again, but my hair was a leetle to dull and slightly rooty for me feeling jazzy at an interview. It helped, and was really easy.

Ok, must go stare at portfolio some more.

Points up at Teppy and nods furiously.

Your might this is this your "own fucked-up, get-some-Prozac-now issue" but I'm right there with ya.

I loved FEELING my long hair fall around my shoulders and back, but after so long dyeing it, it just really started to look like ass, and was so hot in the summertime.

I like my cute little bob, but I do sometimes miss my long hair. Cute braids, chignons, buns, ponytails....

The Pineapple Express movie trailer is oddly compelling. I'm guessing it's the music. Anyone know what the song is?

wishing you job-ma~~,Erin.

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