Felicity and I need to share tips for find a good hair stylist

I miss my girly-girl shows like Gilmore Girls and Felicity. I stuck it out with the Girls despite the annoying e-newsletter that continued to jam my in-box and couldn't cancel because I couldn't recall the fake birth date I'd used when I signed up and therefore couldn't sign-in to unsubscribe.

Several years ago when I was working on contract with a bank downtown, I mentioned an episode of the Girls to a colleague, who confided in me that she, too, was a fan of the show. It wasn't long before others joined our conversation. A group of gals in the 35-50 age range was not likely the demographic target group, but there we were.

In terms of the other show, it's true I preferred Ben to Felicity and like the main protagonist herself, by the end of the season, I couldn't decide between Ben and Noel. I was confused, but not enough to cut off my hair.

This morning, I feel like Felicity. I feel like Felicity in season two, in the episode "The List", you remember, the one where she cuts off her hair. Sure, the magic of the show fell away like her shorn locks. And that's an apt description for me, too. Shorn locks, magic lost. Unfortunately, no one is going to lose his job over my less-than-exceptional hair cut.

Diana Ross I am not, but my hair as a slight wave that curls in an unruly way in the rain. And I prefer unruly wave to the new style of too sharp, pointy strands that pull away from my scalp as if frightened into standing at attention. My main mistake, I suppose, was in holding up my index finger and thumb, with barely breathing space between the two, to emphasize my request for a light trim.

In retrospect, I held up the wrong finger.

Comments

[vb]

LOL. Yes, but only because you asked!

[Andrea McCall]

Do we get a picture for a visual?