Rock it like a Porn Star

This post is about something near and dear to me. It has always been there for me when I was feeling down, when I was feeling not quite good enough.

My hair.

You see, I have always had good hair. Well, at the risk of sounding arrogant, good doesn't quite cut it. I have great hair.

It is thick, with a natural wave, which means I can have straight or curly hair without harsh styling products, which equals no split ends.

I'm very anal about my hair. I get it cut every 4 weeks so that I do not get the aforementioned split ends. I also get highlights added so that it doesn't look ho blonde. To add more good to the already great, my hair grows like a freakin' weed, sometimes up to two inches a month.

I was voted best hair my senior year for my Julia Robert's Pretty Woman hair. I had the Brenda, the Rachel, Pamela Anderson hair, and hair that looked like Brittany's when she was all wrapped up in that snake and shocked the shit out of everyone. All without extensions or a horrible amount of work. I have some good hair, oh yes I do.

Since it grows so fast I can change up my style often and not really care. Right now my hair is kind of Nicole Ritchie-esk I suppose, a couple of inches down my back, layered, and fluffy.

Where is all of this going you may ask? Let me tell ya...

So I was eating lunch with the union boys at work the other day, and this young'in came up and asked if he could talk to me a minute. I'd guestamate him at about 22 years old? After much nervousness he asked me out. Awww, it was so cute.

Not wanting to tear down his self esteem, I kindly told him I never date people from work. The guys all gave me a ribbing about it. I told them I didn't understand why only these young guys keep asking me out.

So one asshole, and I do mean asshole, said, "Well, you do look really young yourself. Maybe you could get a more age appropriate style for your hair and people wouldn't think you are still in your 20's."

Age appropriate? WTF?? "I mean, you're going to be 35 this year, right?" he continued.

I'm 34, thank you very much.

Now I know a big reason why he said this is because he wanted to get under my skin (which unfortunately worked), because he is that kind of person.

But it also got me thinking...

I always swore I would never be one of those women stuck in a decade or one that tried to look way younger then they really are. I don't wear belly shirts even though I could get away with it. I don't wear little catholic girl outfits unless it is St. Patrick's Day.

Am I getting caught up in the I'm gonna look young no matter how ridiculous it looks merry-go-round? Maybe this is the first step in the downward spiral that is wearing mini skirts after 60.

Naw...I'm gonna rock my hair like a porn star until my face catches up with my age...

What is age appropriate for the early (ok, ok, almost mid) 30's? Short? June Cleaver? I nice boring bob?

Fuck that...