Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Lair of Fair Hair

56 inches.

No, that's not how tall I am. That's how long my hair is.

My hair is not "long" (defined as a few inches past the shoulders) nor "very long" (defined as below the waist), but it is considered "extremely long," i.e. it is to my knees, maybe a little past that. My last serious haircut (because everyone asks) was the summer of 1995. Since then, it has only been trims whenever I feel the split ends have taken over my head.

Let's get this straight: kids may call me Rapunzel in the supermarket, but I do not have magical hair. It tangles, it splits, it tends to frizz, especially at the beach. I sit on it. I've stepped on it and did a not-so-graceful tumble. I've closed it in the car door (but not an elevator door yet; I get asked that too). It catches on doorknobs or in the door itself and yanks me backwards after I'm already two steps away, and yes, I've fallen on my keister because of that. Kids sneak up behind me and pull it, then run away giggling. My kitty has attached himself to my bum in his attempt to attack it. I once leaned over while vacuuming, had a bunch to fall and get sucked into the canister area, and instantly lost eight inches. Surprisingly, it did not pull at my scalp. It simply ripped.

Basic facts: my hair is brown. I was born blonde, went red when I was 9, and from there it's been getting darker.

History of Hair: It was the 80s. Yes, I did the perm thing. Yes, it looked hideous. That is why you will never see pictures of me from between the years 1987 and 1991. Trust me, it was bad. A few times, I used "Sun In" to lighten my hair, especially when I was transforming into a redhead. I wanted to be blonde again. It seriously killed the hair of both me and my little sister. Nasty stuff!

The only time I dyed my hair was 1997, my senior year of high school. My hair was going red again, so I wanted to try something darker. It was my mother's suggestion to go with "blue-black" hair. Hey, if Mom gives you permission, you go for it! That's all been cut out by now. My hair is "virgin hair," not treated, a nonsmoking environment (except when my upstairs neighbor throws his cigarettes into our planter), no dyed parts left, not permed or anything, I can't stand blow dryers, blah blah.

Why all this about my hair? I'm bored, sue me!

Actually, I had an intriguing interview regarding my hair recently, what inspired me to grow it, what I do with it, how I care for it, and a bunch of such questions, some which I'm asked every frickin' day.

And yes, I am sick of it, so why start your question with "I know you're probably sick of being asked this, but..." Other questions in the interview made me ponder why no one asks more intriguing questions besides "how long does it take to dry." Mein Gott! I am asked that constantly! It's to the point where someone says "Wow, you have lovely hair," and I reply with a snappy, "Three hours! Okay? It takes three hours to dry. No blow dryer. If I braid it wet, it won't dry. Ever! Otherwise, 3 hours!!!"

Honestly, I don't think about "hair care" too often. Lathe, wash, rinse, repeat, you know the drill. But I did some homework after that interview to see if I'm using something that will kill my hair in 20 years. Maybe because I had a time in middle school where my hair was falling out so bad, I actually developed a shiny bald spot the size of a silver dollar, so I'm a tad concerned if something is going to destroy my hair like that. Back then, the solution was simple: use baby shampoo and something that looked like bug tar. Yuck! Nowadays, I got into the habit of buying whatever is at the Dollar Tree. It's cheap, but who cares, right?

Turns out Dollar Tree stuff ain't half bad! White Rain conditioners are "cone free;" they do not use silicone which "glues" your split ends together only to destroy your entire hair shaft in the long run. I also buy VO5 Naturals, which is on the "good" list.

Bad news: the White Rain Naturals Lavender Vanilla Shampoo I use apparently sucks in too many ways to list. For one, it has Ammonium Lauryl Sulfate (not the dreaded carcinogenic Sodium Lauryl Sulfate, but possibly just as bad, it's on the "no-no" ingredients list) plus likely half a dozen other irritant chemicals that I didn't bother to research after seeing that one. That might explain why I sometimes break out in a short-lived rash after showering. It also leaves my hair a bit dry if I wash it too frequently (once or twice a week is usually all I do). Well, it's cheap and it gets my hair clean, but maybe I'll splurge just a little.

One website suggested Kenra Moisturizing Shampoo. That runs $10-18/10oz bottle, depending on where you get it. Another was Monoi Shampoo, which has the "gentler" Sodium Laureth Sulfate (as opposed to "lauryl"). Price: $7-9/7.8oz bottle. Last suggestion I saw was the sulfate-free Back to Basics Blue Lavender Color Protecting Shampoo. At $10/11.5oz bottle, with the 33oz bottle going for $18. That might be my best deal... and it's my favorite LAVENDER!!!

Who am I kidding! I'll still buy from Dollar Tree.

Hair care:

1) rosewood boar bristle brush for daily use;
2) a plastic "worst thing in the world for your hair" brush if I need my hair quickly spot brushed and I don't have to worry about snagging;
3) a very long handled comb, meant for people with arthritis but it's awesome for brushing all the way down to the tip of my hair;
4) a jumbo hair claw, it holds my hair a little too tight, and plastic is rough-edged, but it's durable enough not to "slip" and big enough to hold all of my hair up in a bun;
5) a mega-size metal barrette of a butterfly. I get so many compliments about it, and it's the only clamp of its size on the planet known to actually fit ALL my thick hair at the nape of my neck, but only if it's dry and not twisted in a design;
6) my wrapped no-damage hair holders and variety of scrunchies;
7) a few small rhinestone barrettes if I want to get gussied up;
8) and my new favorite: handmade wooden hair sticks by the wonderful "Style Stix by Jayne" in the Portland Saturday Market. Big plug for her, since she is virtually unknown yet so awesomely affordable. The sticks were a birthday gift from my mother-in-law, custom ordered EXTRA long because Jayne's usual sticks would not go through all my hair. She was so nice to make these custom to my hair thickness, including a handmade cloth carrying case in iridescent black.

Yep, that's about it. Oh, and itty bitty tangle-free elastic bands that I only use if I'm doing tiny braids. Yeah... I told you, I'm not big on "hair care" or fancy hair products. What I have usually works, so that's what I have. Why do I need more? Not that I wouldn't mind some pretties for my hair, but I'm not big on that stuff.

So the interview I mentioned earlier had a bunch of other questions.

Who inspired you to grow your hair? A bad haircut did, combined with a teacher who "complimented" me that I was such an average, unassuming person, with average height, average weight, average hair, etc. That's not what you tell a 16-year-old trying to discover some individuality. So since I couldn't change the rest of me without getting plump or stretching on Wonka's taffy puller, I opted for "different" hair.

How do you wear your hair to bed? Depends on how tired I am. Sometimes it's loose, sometimes it's in a braid, both bug me in different ways. Loose and my husband rolls on top of it, braided and it hurts my neck. My little splurge was getting satin pillow cases to stop morning tangles. [Edit] In response to the commenter below, sleeping with a ponytail is actually really bad for your hair. It can cause horrible knots and breaks.

How long do you want to grow your hair? It's at my knees. That's good for now. I'll keep it there until that 8 inches that I lost in the vacuum cleaner catches up. After that, I'm curious how long it will get.

Do people compliment you or ridicule you? Both. I get stopped every time I go out with my hair down, so if I'm in a rush, it pays to spend a little time to twist it into a fast bun and use my plastic claw from hell. Once in a blue moon, I get the meth freak screaming at me that I'm Jezebel and I'm denying cancer children their wigs. Okay meth lady, try actually reading Locks of Love's website. They don't give to cancer kids. They give to children who will NEVER grow back their hair. Other NPOs do (Pantene for one). If I like my hair long, that's my choice, just like it was your choice to buy that crystal meth this morning. The difference is, it's not a crime to have long hair, so get over it and put down the knife.

Only once has anyone actually pulled a knife out and threatened to chop my hair, and that was my uncle... and no, he wasn't joking about doing it. I have a weird family.

There were other interesting questions that I'm too tired to recall, or the answers would be too long.

Instead, here's some interesting sites about living (and surviving) with long hair.


http://longhair.org/ - long hair club... join the club
http://www.rapunzelsdelight.com/ - pictures of insanely long hair and the designs you can make with it (I am determined to master the "sock bun")
http://www.longhaircommunity.com/ - everything to know about caring for your hair
http://the-light.com/mens/longhair.html - long hair for the laddies
http://www.savvyskin.com/shampoo-ingredients-to-avoid - watch what you buy
http://www.longhaircareforum.com/forums/showthread.php?t=196051 - good cone-free conditioners (this sort of started my whole hair binge research thing)
http://www.tenderheaded.com/ - the combs here come highly recommended, I'll likely buy one soon
http://www.longlocks.com/ - great hair sticks... wish I could afford some of these
http://www.ficcare.com/ - fancy hair clamps, wish I could afford these too
http://beyondclassic.awardspace.us/choose.html - blog on hair, including commended products, an insane collection of hair goodies, and videos on designs good for knee-length hair. I still can't do a french twist with my hair, but she does.

Pantene Beautiful Lengths - If you are growing out your hair for donation, DO NOT use Locks of Love unless you are a child. They do not use adult hair at all, but sell it to other wig makers to cover administrative costs, or they simply toss it out if it has gray or damaged from color and heat treatments.

Do you want to know that those five years of diligent care and growth were used to pay some manager's Christmas bonus, or even THROWN OUT LIKE TRASH? They also charge the patient's family for the wigs. It's a sliding scale discount, but a good friend who's family dealt with Locks of Love said it still cost them hundreds of dollars just for one wig. Plus they don't give to cancer patients, nor do they claim to do so. Folks saw commercials of bald kids and assumed that they were chemo patients. Lock of Love never openly corrected the error, which I find despicable.

Okay, correction: they give wigs to a single form of cancer where basically chemo can never be stopped, therefore the child will never grow hair. That's the only one.

Yes, they do give to children with medical needs, but I would say 90% of the people donating to Locks of Love are doing so with the intent of helping cancer kids. I have met dozens of people who come up admiring my hair with stories of how they miss their long locks, but "It's all good, I donated them to Locks of Love after I lost my mother/sister/best friend/child to cancer. It'll go to a cancer kid." I cringe in pity, and I rarely tell them the truth because they look so happy about their good deed.

If you want your hair to go to ACTUAL CANCER PATIENTS, please consider using Pantene Beautiful Lengths.

My Long Hair

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Masochistic Reading

When I'm feeling down and think I suck as a writer, I read some of the tripe on fanfiction.net and realize "at least I'm not like them."

For their credit, some of the short stories are amusing. Some are epic! Some would make amazing stories if only the writer had invented original characters instead of borrowing others (of course, then it wouldn't be "fan fiction"). And some really do get published. Have you seen how many shelves of Star Trek paperbacks are in Barnes and Noble?

Writing as a way to obsess over your favorite story can be a healthy way to experiment with styles without the pressure of deadlines. I've written fan fiction for Star Trek and Quantum Leap, usually as collaborations with my husband. It's not publish-quality, but it was fun.

Today was not a day to marvel at talented storytelling, but to convince myself "at least I'm not that bad." And I found my salvation. I will give the "writer" - and I use the term lightly - the grace of not linking to her story or mentioning her name. She is, sadly, one of many who post sordid excuses of fiction onto the internet every day. Her short story was so bad, I had to write about it so I would not obsess over it all day and let it ruin my own writing time.

Now, for truly wretched scrawling, no one can't get any worse than Tara Gilesbie's classic "My Immortal." Simply google "worst fanfiction" and you'll find it. It was deemed so bad that fanfiction.net, home of so much crap it makes dung beetles have aneurysms, finally pulled the story down from their server. Yet its utterly horrendous legacy lives on.
http://myimmortalrehost.webs.com/

[Warning: reading one paragraph will lower your IQ by ten points. You automatically forfeit your high school diploma and all university degrees if you finish all 40 chapters (and her definition of a "chapter" is one paragraph and a dozen lines of dialog). I once managed to read up to seven of those putrescent chapters before I got a huge headache and had to read some Dostoevsky to assure myself I was not in Purgatory. You have been warned.]

The story I read was not that bad. Still, it was quite awful. It was painfully apparent that this writer was maybe 13 with no understanding of even basic social skills. She must have received "inspiration" in what constitutes literature via text messaging her fellow 8th graders and by reading the aforementioned "My Immortal." She had a minimal grasp of the English language (I hope she was from another country... I really, really hope), and no sense of grammar at all, let alone spelling. I mean, seriously, spell-check exists even in this Note I'm writing. Use it!

It was also obvious that the writer used a thesaurus to sound intelligent while picking totally wrong words for the situation. "But dey is the loooongest words I find, so dey make me look more smart, so I dont care wat u says." I use thesauruses all the time when I just can't recall the word I need, but I at least have an idea of what I'm trying to say. Using unknown "heavy" words will likely make you sound less educated than keeping to one-to-two syllables.

To get your ideas across use small words, big ideas, and short sentences.
- John Henry Patterson


Let's not forget one of my favorite pet peeves: using twenty exclamation points does not mean the character screamed twenty times louder than a single exclamation point. Use up to three in emails and IM'ing if you think pounding Shift-1 helps to relieve stress, or use caps for shouting emphasis, but not in a story meant to be taken seriously.

Also, people do not literally say "LOL." They laugh. So type "She cackled viciously as she insulted him," and we all know what you mean, not "LOL... u is soooo stoopid." Honestly!

Language aside, the writer included a "flashback" repeating two lines of dialog that just occurred. I'm assuming she imagined that would be the commercial break, although it was in no way a climax or cliffhanger, nor a place where the studio would logically cut to show the writer's favorite Lucky Charms commercial.

One character wore a purple bikini, then suddenly had on a blue dress, then it was red in the next sentence, then she magically switched to tan pants. The male character also had polychromatic superpowers, as his eyes changed color too many times to decide which shade she intended.

Now, I've written stories where I accidentally changed a character's eyes from green to blue simply because I did not make a character profile, but this is "fan fiction." These are established characters. This particular story was about an anime, so it's drawn in color for the fan to observe and describe. Despite many magical things that happen in Japanese animation, this character does not have color-shifting eyes. They are blue. Not green, not brown, not purple, not golden. Blue.

My favorite lines:
1) Nothing pounds home a person's intent like emphasis, right? "She looked deeply into his deep green eyes that is as deep as the sea and so deeply intense it was like looking deep into a human soul's deepest heart." Now that's deep!
2) Just as confusing: "She blushed a deeper dimness of scarlet red." Dimness?
3) But nothing quite proves one is a talented writer as inventing unique ways of describing simple actions. "She vomited tears like crocodiles." That's certainly a revoltingly visual if I've ever read one.

The torment of reading this short fan fiction in no way inspired me out of my writer's block, but it did cheer me up. I now realize I am at least a fluent and well-trained writer. I can read the classics without resorting the Cliff Notes. I have assisted many other aspiring writers, using my grammar-nazi'ing obsession for good.

And I don't vomit tears!