ok — time for the reveal.
i was tired of my long blonde hair, and was overdue for change. i loved the sound of the ponytail being cut off; and, since it was about 12 inches long, the salon is sending it to locks of love, where it will be used to make a wig for a kid with cancer (or some other reason for hair loss).
liesl (my 14 year old daughter) made me feel really good by telling me about 50 times how cool she thinks it is. jeannie likes it. max doesn’t, but admitted he never likes it when i change my hair, but usually gets used to it, then doesn’t want me to change it again.
i also decided it was time to shave off my goatee (at least most of it — i left a soul patch), as the grey in my beard was seriously contrasting with the black hair.
ok — proof that emo has gained a wide cultural acceptance, when a fat 44 year-old father of a teenager can get away with this…
btw, for those whiners concerned that this gives me some kind of edge in the “are you a bigger loser than marko?” contest, let me tell you that i weighed myself just before and just after the cut, and it made no difference. unless you’re absalom, hair doesn’t weigh much.