HAIRDRESSERS can't keep their hands off me. This is not meant as a compliment.

I don't have bad hair days, I have bad hair: baby-fine and absolutely straight. I'm luckier than most because I came to this realization as a child, and consequently have more optimism than ego invested in the perpetual quest for a coiffure. I'm also reasonably slack to the fact that whatever happens, it will grow out.