The weather is good for driving practice today. And today I'll probably get a haircut. I have been growing my hair out for almost a year, waiting and waiting for my bangs to grow long enough to grab with an elastic band alone. For the last six months I've had to use bobby pins in conjunction with an elastic band to keep my hair back. It gets on my nerves. My function-over-form self rebels. Sure, the draping of lustrous locks over my ears and shoulders creates allure, but I'm sick of having to dry and brush and put up all this keratin. It's coming off.

I started growing my hair long so I'd fit in while in Russia, and on a lark. Well, Russian women are sensible. Many of them have shorter hair than I ever had. And short hair is more...me.