A Mermaid by John William Waterhouse, 1901
Don't hate me because I judge everyone's hair length! I admit it. When I am let out in public, I see someone with long hair, I think to myself, "should I let that lady know I like her hair?" "should I ask her if I could take her picture for my blog?" "am I being creepy staring at her hair?" These thoughts run through my head constantly. When I see long hair, I usually admire things I don't have, like the length, color, wave, thickness, or youth. When I am talking to a friend who has long hair, I do listen to them, but I am admiring their hair at the same time I even can judge hair when it is in an updo or a bun. Yep, I'm that good....or bad, depending on your perspective. In fact, the next time I'm talking to you, ask me if I was thinking about your hair. I will tell you when I was thinking about your hair during the conversation. Or maybe it's best you don't know. Yeeeeaaaah.....
Now that this is out in the open, I hope that people with short hair won't keep me out of their places of business (especially if it has to do with good food and drink). It doesn't mean I hate people with short hair or wish them ill. I just don't think about their hair very much. If I do, I think "it looks good like that" or "they should grow their hair longer". That's all. Being hairist isn't that bad, right?
