Had another not-fight with Hubby about my hair length yesterday. I really don't understand his fixation about long hair. It's not like it won't grow back, and I won't go through a Utah summer with a foot of hair hanging off the back of my head. He says, "But you can put it in a pony tail, that gets it off your neck." I can't spend every day in a pony tail, and having it bundled up means I've got a thick mat of hair against my head with no air flow.

Then he said, "But you always pick a cut that looks like what the 80-year-old women wear, it makes you look old, why don't you want to have pretty hair?" And no, I've showed him gorgeous women with short hair, and all he says, "Pity that her hair's so ugly, she'd look great with long hair."

His preferred hair cut--except when he was a woodsman in the late 70s in California, with hair so long he braided it into his beard--is military short. He's like my father, when it starts to bend over, he gets it cut. I've told him I like it when it's a daring inch-and-a-half long, but he gets twitchy about it so I let him cut his own damned hair to the length he likes.

I do. Not. Get it.

NO SEVERED DIGITS! (though I know that impulse)

Well, the only real impulse I have to perform minor surgery on myself is to drill a hole in my skull to release the demons. Tim refuses to do it every time I ask, and I KNOW he has several drills. (He says that he doesn't want to get the drill bits dirty.)

You'd think a gal could get her boyfriend who allegedly "loves" her to perform an eensy-weensy bit of trepannation. But no.

If it's that severe and constant, Steph, I know my specialist would tell me to go into the ER and break it with the big guns.

Well, the severity isn't constant; it's v. bad for maybe 24-36 hours, then wanes to the point where it seems like it's gone. But then within a week to 10 days I have another bad one. So getting the bad ones that close together is making me wonder if it's all one constant one that just gets dialed way down but doesn't totally leave.

Well, he just likes what he likes, that's all. He can tell you about it--as long as he doesn't tell you you HAVE TO have hair that way. I like pretty much any hair on my DH, but if he ever tried to have one of those amish beard-with-no-mustache things, I would freak the fuck out. I just REALLY don't like that look.

Mine likes longer hair too and I am happy to keep it shoulder length, but longer than that is too much bother. He'd like it really long, but that ain't happening. Shoulder-length means a high ponytail doesn't touch my neck, so it ends up being cool when I need it to be.

"But you can put it in a pony tail, that gets it off your neck." I can't spend every day in a pony tail, and having it bundled up means I've got a thick mat of hair against my head with no air flow.

Right now my hair is past my shoulders simply because I'm lazy and haven't gotten my ass in to get it cut, BUT -- to tie two conversations together -- I can't ponytail it right now because that amount of pulling on my hair (and it's NOT a tight ponytail) is enough to give me a headache.

Also: men and their opinions on women's hair -- I am so with you. Tim is nice enough to compliment me when I get it cut shorter than he would like, but I know he prefers it long. I don't get how he can't see how damn cute I am with shorter hair. (Wait, was that egotistical? Or is it not egotistical if it's just plain fact? [Ha ha ha.])

But, you know, people like what they like, and I try to remind myself of that. (Although I think it's possible for there to be a wide range of ways in which a person can be attractive -- long hair AND short hair! lean AND curvy! wearing jeans AND wearing a dress! -- so the "short [or long] hair is NEVER attractive" thing befuddles me.)

Jon has had his hair/beard in just about every conceivable style, save 70's porn stache. Cause that would freak me out.

My dad shaved his beard once and we all freaked out and he grew it back. But he was kinda making my mother look like a cradle-robber.

Apart from those scenarios (I once pressured a BF into growing back his beard, not just in part because we looked like underaged boys snogging) where it's TOTALLY OBVIOUS WHAT'S RIGHT, it's nobody's business.

But I'm really touchy about my hair. I hate when other people imply I should be wearing it any other way, even if they're doing something as harmless as complimenting a past look. I'm not entirely sure why. But it's my fiefdom, and I'm possessive as hell.

Steph, if you were me, that would be just one headache. But you don't want to be me, so I may be projecting.

Beets! I need a nice beet recipe to take for a business pot luck this evening. The main dish is going to be a pot pie of some variety, so I thought beets would make a colorful, nutritious side dish...but I have no interesting recipes.

My favourite beet recipe:

chop up a bunch of cooked beets and toss with this dressing:

2 Tbsp olive oil
2 Tbsp lemon juice
1 clove of garlic, minced
1 tsp cumin
salt and pepper to taste

Mmmm. Beets. I have all those ingredients!

I can accept him liking the longer hair, that's cool. It's when he tries to talk me out of cutting my hair or acts like I'm kicking kittens that I get annoyed.

Steph, if you were me, that would be just one headache. But you don't want to be me, so I may be projecting.

I don't know that you're projecting; I've been suspecting for a while that it's one long headache that recedes and then comes back with a vengeance.