Men and women everywhere are obsessed with long, straight, shiny hair. I have bouts of bipolar hair disorder, where I manically wish for a puffy afro, or a bowl cut a la Karen O, or something extreme, and the rest of the time I want natural, healthy, down-to-my butt hair. Nicole Scherzinger of Pussycat Dolls/XFactor went to my performing arts high school, and was a few years ahead of me. I was at Sparks, which was the local disgustingly grungy place to go to for a gay club on the weekdays or for whatever indie band shows, Get Up Kids or VHS or Beta on the weekends, and for some reason, she had infiltrated the scene by coming with a friend, and she looked very out of place. Amongst the pale and pasty, tatted, pierced kids was Nicole, a tanned and thin goddess with the longest, fullest, shiniest brown mane of hair I'd ever seen. I stood there with my gauges, short cropped hair (bc we were all wanting to be like Winona Ryder in Girl, Interrupted at the time), signature black hoodie and vintage army bag covered in band or label patches as a purse, talking to a friend, and literally the hum and chatter stopped to take a good look at her hair. I believe she was also wearing white capri pants.. I mean, what? We were befuddled.
My boyfriend likes to pet my hair, or I ask him to run his fingers through my hair so I can sleep, is more like it. "Pet me please"-- like a dog. Sometimes I'll turn around and lay with my hair close to his reach for ease of petting. There was an episode of PeeWee's Playhouse when Peewee was daydreaming about Miss Yvonne. PeeWee had a very extreme and perverse hair fetish, and there was this moment where Miss Yvonne came very close to him, and they were sitting by a waterfall. PeeWee's hands trembled and his eyes grew wide with his gross desire to pet Miss Yvonne's hair. PeeWee and I could have made a good couple.