Bad hair happens in the burbs.
A few months ago I decided to chop my long locks off and go for a short do. I wanted something cool, a little edgy, and that looked like maybe I could be a Ninja on the side. I knew my Los Angeles stylist would be able to handle it.
Then we moved out of Los Angeles to the burbs in Orange County.
I wanted to get my sassy cut freshened up, and without any friends to recommend a place, I did the ole’ online search and picked a place that looked like maybe they cut the hair of Ninjas.
I am sad to report that I ended up with what appears to me to be the dreaded “mom bob”.
I am presently off to film a PSA for the LA County Dept Of Maternal Mental Health. That means this hair will be forever immortalized on film.
So, I’m going to lace up my sneakers, hop into my minivan, and make my way to the set.
The suburbs are trying to absorb me, you guys.
I think it’s winning.