Whenever I need to appease (earn a paycheck, not frighten people, whatever) I throw on a cheap synthetic wig. Saves me a FORTUNE in Dippity Doo. Meanwhile, underneath I’m rocking 1990’s Sinead O’Connor, or Marine if I’m too lazy to shave. I won’t go back to “doing my hair.”

so…looking sweaty is a good thing now? awesome.

The pantene commercial about how easy it is to get your hair to look like that-reminds me of the botox “express yourself” commercials. Wha? Huh? No. Also, my head is big enough, I don’t need giant hair making my head look even bigger.

Re: HRC-she can’t win for losing. I would not blame her one bit if she gave up on politics for good and bought an alpaca farm in nebraska.

1) Remembering that blaming women for the patriarchy is one of the tools of the patriarchy, and

2) Trying to respect that everyone resists to the extent that they feel able.

I moved to a nice big less-makeup city, where my life is pretty darn easy, including my kid having a different last name than his dad, not having to femme up for a job, having useable city buses, etc. That means I abandoned my sisters in my rural home town, so the hair and makeup brigade back there are doing something I couldn’t do – being there at all. They have different challenges, like feeding the grapevine information about which doctors think your health is more important than the after-child sexual pleasure of your baby’s father.

Or you could mail the dishes to some third party, put their address as the sender part, and put the package in a mailbox somewhere.

…so I read a lot.

PS NPR stands for National Propaganda Radio.

It didn’t occur to me til much later that if I’d remarried and changed my name again, wouldn’t I have had a different name from his anyway?

He was later adopted by his dad’s mother and stepfather, and then my ex was re-adopted by his mother and adopted by his stepfather (long stupid story involving another grandparent adoption), so they all have the same name now which is different than the one I had for a married name, so it’s a moot point now.

When I was pregnant I didn’t know which flavor I was getting and I told my little girl’s dad that if it was a girl she would have my last name. He agreed, but it wasn’t up to him in the first place. Single mothers have more rights over our kids in the state of Ohio than divorced moms do.

I don’t mind having my dad’s last name. I relate to him somewhat better than I do to my mother or my (now former) stepmother, and the name has interesting history behind it. And I have no idea what I’d change it to if I wanted my own name. Still, I wonder sometimes who the first woman in my line was and what her name was. I have no female family identity to speak of, and IBTP.

Years ago I used Pantene shampoo and conditioner. Then I went in for one of my extremely rare haircuts (I get it done maybe once every five years, and cut it shorter myself in between about every two years or so) and the stylist wanted to know if I used Pantene. It has a very distinctive fragrance, one of which she was not inordinately fond. I think I remember her saying it’s not that great for your hair either. I’d rather use Burt’s Bees anyway; at least I can pronounce most of the ingredients. Better yet, shave it all off and use soap.