So yesterday, for the first time since the millenium or so, I went and had most of my hair cut off.
Several factors came together for this. One is, yes, that I'm still unemployed, and I was starting to feel less and less in love with my hair more than it was a liability to me. It's stupid and unfair that it should be so, but stupid and unfair are, alas, still forces to be reckoned with in the world. Better to pick a fight that can be won right now, circumstances being what they are.
The other thing was that it was just exactly long enough again to donate to Locks of Love, which is really what threw the balance for me. Conceding to the silly prejudices of the mainstream doesn't leave nearly as bad a taste when you have the excuse of doing it for a good cause.
Anyway, thus I come forth new-made:
Not a bad look for me, actually. And if I get tired of it - it's hair. It grows.
(Photo by the Missus.)