O'Brien redux

Yes, I got my hair cut. Gone is the giant Erin Hair, with this new do in its place.

Apparently, I had enough hair for myself and then some. The stylist cut these four ponies off to donate to someone who needs some hair. The locks looks sort of sad and amputated.

Bye, hair.

It's weird to think that someone will be walking around wearing my hair. They will not know that I used to use the ends of a tendril to torture the Goat by tickling his nose and ear as he lay half asleep next to me.

Sometimes my long hair would get in the way of close interpersonal contact with the Goat.

"You're on my hair!"

I won't miss that.

Anyway, if you see someone walking around wearing my hair, say, "Hey man, that's some nice hair!" It'll sort of boost the good karma of the planet all the way around.

This post is done.

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Money, money money

"The United States racked up a $1.29 trillion deficit in fiscal year 2010, the federal government said Friday.

While that is historically high, it's not as high as the $1.42 trillion registered for 2009, which was the largest on record as a percentage of the economy since 1945. In real dollar terms, the 2009 gap was the largest ever."---CNN Money.

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How's that for a Miss Havisham redux?

Hippie goddess?

There is a contingent of anonymous shitbags who like to call me names and hurl insults at me. Sometimes they do it on these pages, sometimes they do it on other blogs and forums. I think they are mostly middle-aged conservative men, but who knows? After all, they're anonymous shitbags. One of the things they like to "accuse" me of is being a hippie chick.

I suppose, based on this photo of me when I was eight and the fact that I own a vial of patchouli oil, I could be described thusly. But whether or not "hippie chick" applies to me, I don't take it as an insult. After all, there's plenty of men who will pay good money to view photos of nude hippie chick earth goddesses.

( ... shhhh ... be very quiet ... hear that? It's the sound of all the conservative middle-aged anonymous shitbags pulling out their credit cards in order to join that site ... )

I was lunching with an old pal yesterday and this very subject came up. He was lauding the virtues of women who prefer to go au naturale.

"I'm talking about your full 70's bush."

We discussed vintage Playboys and the sad status of today's Playmates and how razors and Photoshop have reduced the adult female form to an impossible pedophiliac cartoon (I have blogged about this before). We talked about how the hair on our bodies, like our sexuality, is animalistic.

"Why remove the one thing that enhances the animalistic nature of sex?"

Although I have no intention of revealing my own grooming habits, do know that I like me some hairy guys. Big hairy guys with beer! Yay!

So boys, maybe that twentysomething chickie wants you baby-bottom smooth, but this fortysomething hippie chick loves you just the way you are.