“Though, finding myself on the wrong side of this behavior too many times, I am opposed to one stranger reaching out to touch the hair of another without permission. That said, if I ever find myself in close proximity to you, I am going to try to touch your hair. My fingers itch with curiosity….”
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In an open letter to the hair that had invaded her chin,
“It’s not exactly that I hated you. Actually, you could have stayed if I hadn’t found myself tugging on and playing with you absently as I completed other tasks. Once you were plucked, I realized that you were closing in on an 3/4 of an inch in length. I’d say, then, that we had a […]
In an open letter to Gerald Ford,
“I have been thinking this ever since I visited Grand Rapids. You really knew how to wear a suit. Also, you knew how to bald gracefully, a sign of your character in an age of hair.”
In an open letter to the man with the Morris Day hair,
“I couldn’t help myself. Your hair caught my eye early this morning. I didn’t want to be all obvious about getting a closer look. I’m afraid that this made me behave in a creepy fashion, inching my car slowly forward and looking at you not by turning my head, but by sliding my eyes over […]