Hair Cuts

I have begun to grow my hair out again, so naturally the unsolicited, not terribly polite comments from not terribly close acquaintances have begun to trickle in. Someone has already pointed out that I resemble Shaggy from Scooby Doo, somebody else asked if I am trying to look like a Jonas Brother, and several people have told me to get a haircut. My favorite comment so far came from a co-worker who said it was okay with her if I grew my hair out (I did not ask for permission), but next time I shouldn't use so much product. As there was very little product in my hair at the time, I took this as an indication that I probably shouldn't have foregone washing my hair that morning.


ELSEWHERE:
My short reviews of Halcyon Theatre's Bounty of Lace and Fucking Parasites (both part of the Alcyone Festival) are in this week's Chicago Reader.