Matt, women are can be very emotionally attached to their hair. I was sick of my waist-length hair for about 2 years before I was finally ready to cut it (and have now, sorta accidentally, grown it back out again). If somebody had cut it before I felt ready, I would have wept buckets - as it was I think I misted up a bit.

I was sick of my waist-length hair for about 2 years before I was finally ready to cut it

Oh yeah, that was me. (And then I went way overboard the other way and was addicted to pixie cuts for about ten years. And now it's long again. But chopping it off that first time was a HUGE deal.)

"now I understand the controversy and the warnings: Ghazi is Arabic for Batman"

HA!

I just made an ice cream cake for my daughter's birthday. It's in the freezer. I realize this still puts me several levels below Kat and Cash in terms of birthday cakes, but I'm feeling pretty proud right now.

Why is it that when hotels assure you that you won't be charged for a thing (internet access), it invariably shows up on the bill anyway?

oh, the current subject on HONY is a guy who used to talk to us in my neighborhood in Queens. He would come out to our neighborhood park to play tennis and he wanted to teach mac.

My sister is growing her hair, after twenty or so years of short like me (but never as short as the stubble I'm wearing right now). That's an interesting journey.

I think my mother might think I hate my blackness or my femininity because I refuse to have hair, but I don't even really hate hair--I hate having a variable on my head, though. I hate the potential for bedhead, the requirement for combing and washing, almost even the option for styling. If I could have a hairstyle that never impacted my life, I'd wear it. I mean, it could impact my looks, I just wouldn't have to do anything about it.

Because that's what I hate.

I do not understand the premise of crying before a haircut, and my response to my last bad haircut was "well, just take most of it off, then" and that's what presaged what I have now (with a detour to hair long enough to hold blonde).

I just got a bunch of art books I promised myself after the lecture, and I want to stop work and DRAW.

Also because this morning was spent fighting with my boss about something that it turns out many people agree with me on, so I backed down as long as I was on the record with the opinion that I thought the decision increased project risk.

Jobs that don't involve saving people or animals or putting out actual fires or curing cancer should not give me an ulcer. Right?

At five o'clock, I'm pouring myself some whiskey and then I'm going to lie down on the bed and possibly weep.

Ugh Amy, no one's work should make them feel that way.

::strokes Amy's hair uncreepily::

::tries to compose a 'nice' picture for her::

The department head thought it would be possible for all of the editors to update three news sites apiece via AP (publishing each story takes roughly 5 or 6 minutes if there are no glitches) and we're supposed to publish 6 or 7 to each site, AND to write 10 500-word lifestyle articles. Off the top of our heads.

And that doesn't include the actual editing we're responsible for.