Weeellll, as expected, I look nicer and more feminine with long hair, and this is kinda ridiculously short. But I wanted them to donate the long locks to the cancer patients, and to do so they needed at least 10 inches, so I boldly told the hairdresser to go as high up as the ears. And, honestly, I don't mind looking like a 15-year-old boy for the time being, since it's MUCH easier to deal with. And in the next few months, as it grows, it will be fun to play with other styles.
Still, I had forgotten how unruly my hair is. ("You can't style it; you can only hope to contain it!" By the way, what is that quote, originally? I can't remember.) This photo is after taming down with gel and water. In the morning, it looks like I did a short Kim Novak style, then took a motorcycle ride without a helmet, then fell off and slept in a ditch. And climbed out through a hedge backward.
It's entertaining, at least.