Yesterday I went out shopping for clothes--a chore that I consider far more onerous than cleaning out gutters, but hélas, I cannot ask my wife to do so because my entire wardrobe would be red. (I'm told that I look good in red--which would be remarkable considering I don't look good in anything at all--I don't know why red would improve on nature.)
Anyway, we went into this trendy urban department store place. You know the kind, patchwork shorts and oodles of orange or fuschia or this season's color, whatever it may be. Walking in past the cosmetics counter we were greeted by this woman whose hair reminded me of the Gary Oldham do in The Fifth Element but was shaggier. The bangs were like a shiny black paint and the hair on the sides looked kind of matte black. The overall effect was such that I thought, "Woman, you really need to do somehting with that hair." Then I realized, much to my horror, that she had already done something with it and this was the result!
Ah fashion, I'll never get it.
I know what you mean, Steven. I'll never get the whole bed-head look that seems to be en vogue in some circles these days. Or the I-haven't-showered-in-a-week look. I'm not talking about the poor who may not be able to shower more than once a week, but those who choose to look this way.
Ah, the day is coming when someone will show these people how they looked at one time, and they will cringe. :)