Earlier this summer, I was joking with friend Laura Lynn about hair, including bad perms.
"Oh, you mean a finger-stuck-in-a-light-socket perm?" she said. "I had one of those. But the worst hair I ever had was something I did on purpose one time, when I was pissed off at my boyfriend."
"What did you do?"
"I cut it all off. I did it the day of the prom. When my boyfriend came to pick me up, I had no hair. Big mistake. The worst. The prom photos were worthless. I had to throw them all away."
"What on earth did he do to make you so mad?"
"Oh, he was the biggest jerk. We'd go out, and he'd stop to pick up his best friend and make me sit in the back. Then he and his buddy would drink and make crude jokes as if I wasn't there. My boyfriend loved long hair and let me know it all the time, so I decided I'd show him and cut it all off. Needless to say, we broke up not long after that. It took my hair forever to grow back."