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On My Daughter's Hair

My idea of the ideal haircut is "Helen Mirren hair." I realize that today's youth may not look to an octogenarian British actress for hair guidance--but that doesn't mean I need to be happy about the realization.



Inspector Jane Tennison of "Prime Suspect" is flawed, but she is certainly not an insubstantial human being. She makes use of her time. I'll bet she does not worry about lice; she has a short, striking bob, and so I suspect that the lice leave her alone. Also, I think that the unfussy hair improves her agility; she can take down criminals because she is not tripping over her own flowing locks. It seems to me that 2026 Demi Moore--for example--would have a harder time saving the world. She would have a harder time because of all that hair.

I have to allow my daughter to make her own hair choices--because the alternative would be insufferable. But it is so exhausting to bear witness. Susie wants the Demi Moore style, but she doesn't want to do any work to maintain the hair. I understand. I would like to have a "Wagner Moura" waistline, but I cannot bring myself to spend more than five minutes on the exercise bike. 

I don't have any solutions here. Just sending a report from a particular boring, irritating road that I'm traveling on. I shudder to think about "the Instagram years"--which cannot be very far away from Susie's present day, her current Monday morning, here in 2026.



 

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