I'm sure you've noticed how the cute can do whatever they please, while the rest of us are slammed on every side by bull shit.
Take for instance my hair. I really don't give a damn about it. If I had my way, I'd conform to the idiotic, contemporary ideal of cutting it short, run a quick brush through it -- if I absolutely had to, & ignore it. But I wasn't even blessed with slightly good looks, let alone hair.
It's not that my face & hair make babies cry & women run from me screaming. I'm just not particularly pretty. Worse, my hair -- what there is of it -- is thin & tangles easily.
As most of the males in my family, I started losing my hair on top in my teens. Plus, being of Celtic descent, I have fair skin, so tanning isn't an option, rather burning is what happens to me in the sun. In turn, I wear a hat when I go out.
So, I not only have to deal with those who think that I'm fat because I have a few extra pounds, that I'm vain because I wear a hat & wear my hair long. I'd be only too happy to just shave my head. But that would mean periodic shaves or trips to the barber to trim what little grows out.
Uh, but, as I'd mentioned above, I don't give a damn about my hair. Should I do as my mother nags -- shave now in hopes of getting a job & having to waste all that time paying attention to it's length & whether or not to shave again, and -- particularly -- deal with the fact I won't get a job paying more than minimum wage because of the simple fact that I look goofy enough with hair. I know I'll be completely unemployable if I shave.
Why am I whining about all this? Not because of the prospect of losing my freak flag. That flag will fly in me no matter what I do to my appearance. I'm whining because I'm so sick of the stupid & shallow calling all the shots.
It would be good if I could reopen my retail business, but it would be fantastic if I could move to & survive in Canada, or some other, happy & realistic country.
Pipe dream, I know....
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