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.

Holy gender roles, Batman, er, Connie. Also, people trip out when I cut my hair like it's Jo March's "One beauty", though I personally feel hotter when it's sassy and spiked...my hair is just the wrong consistency for that whole fairy-princess thing. I tried. It didn't happen. Let it go. Like "fetch," ION, I actually dig my new water-pik, and I think I might want to make mad clarified-butter love with Anthony Bourdain(Those aren't related thoughts, although I love it when people have pretty teeth.) I used to be vegetarian...we should do it. Because it's wrong.(/Faith) What is it with me and the cocky assholes? It's like I can't get wet for anybody till I find out their boss thinks they are a total prick.(Well, okay, Charlie Sheen's not in my spank bank...yet.) Although emotions in that case may be mixed...I've read Chuck Lorre's name spoken in vain in enough screenwriter blogs that he may actually be that big of an asshole. But, dude, given that? What did you think would happen? Not that my man KO gets a pass there...he's a smart fella, been in the business a long damn time...the policy shouldn't have to read "You, Keith Olbermann, Cornell '81, may not contribute to Gabrielle Giffords, ever." I miss him, but, you know, get real.