My hair says, “Let’s go to the beach, people! Let’s go right now! Drop everything you’re holding and let’s go, or you are a complete waste of my time!” The rest of my appearance says, “Let’s complete a logic puzzle right now! Or a book! Yes, a book! Come on! YAY! Wait, why are you giving me that face?” I know I’ve talked about my hair before. You’re sick of it. I get it. But it’s been a bit of

What is up with the combover love in middle schoolers? I’m sure it can be traced back to the Bieb, but he’s upgraded his hairstyle and hasn’t worn that for years. I just don’t get it. It is not flattering, and I’ll assume we don’t have a follicular failure that necessitates the imitation of Donald Trump, so I’m at a complete loss. What questionable looks will they be sporting next? Black socks pulled up to the knees with white walking

I’ve heard many people of the straight-hair persuasion talk about how they wish they had curly hair. All the while they are swinging their glorious, shiny, straight hair and looking so pulled together and, well, tidy. There’s a better word, but untidy is the word that I associate with my head suit, so I’m going to use its opposite. I’ve had conversations about hair with you people, and I’m looking at your beautiful heads of hair as you’re saying, I