It is unrelatable, to all of us, who have painstakingly sprayed and curled and ironed and zhuzzed only for it to look worse than when it started and to toss it up in a messy bun that is aiming for carefree and casual and somehow beachy and instead looks unfinished and lopsided. Who have massaged in a hot oil treatment aiming for luscious shine and ended up instead with a pool of grease that clings grimly to the scalp.
I tried to write a short story tonight, one with a title character of a female nature and it struck me that in describing her I had no choice but to make her hair messy and it annoyed me. It felt clichéd to describe the hair that refuses to do as it's told. Everyone has read about *that* character before. Even the abominable Anastasia Steele has wild curly hair. And yet when I tried to imagine a heroine with hair that stayed put and gleamed in the sunshine in perfect waves I felt distrustful. I didn't like her. And so the messy hair stayed.
|Google thinks this is messy hair.|