I set aside this domain name last spring. Actually, my tech support husband did it for me and I am eternally grateful to have married a tech support man.When I got this site, I thought it would be all about my secret life in L.A. and the trials and tribulations of a woman facing middle age. And it may very well be that. It may be all about the difference I see in myself at 40 and my mother and mother in law in their early sixties. It may be about what it’s like to live in Berkeley and feel like saying politically incorrect things all the time. It may be about exaggerating a southern accent in New York or bragging about the Yankees in California.
But today it’s about what I have to do to my hair in order to live in Texas.
Lately, I’ve been fighting the urge to just scream all the time. All the time. I don’t really know any words to scream because there are no words that would be more effective than just one huge angry sound.
It is almost beyond human imagination, or my human imagination at least, that George Bush is president. The idea, just the idea, that all these people are going to vote for him again, is enough for me to start that scream.
But the idea that he has fucked up as royally as he has and lied as boldly as he has and he still has all these people with stickers on their cars and signs in their yards makes the scream last all day.
All day long I want to scream.
And then there is Kerry and he just makes the scream deepen. Get more real. Come from the gut. Why is this guy losing? Why can’t this guy answer a fucking question about Iraq? Why do I have to vote for this guy?
So, today, my hair is platinum blonde in the front, dark brown in the back.
I look like a high school girl from 1985.
But it’s the only way I can visualize the scream. Show everyone how angry I am. This is not your beautiful wife. I am an angry middle-aged woman who has dyed her hair to make it look angry. I want everyone to know just how angry I am and this is the best way I’ve figured out to do it.
So this blog may just be about being a completely disenfranchised Austinite who dyes her hair to make sure no one confuses her with the happy Republican women on the west side of town who carpool their children around just like me and make dinner just like me and love their husbands just like me and are proud to be Americans just like me BUT ARE GOING TO WET THEIR PANTS WITH JOY WHEN GEORGE BUSH MAKES SOME SMARMY HEH HEH COMMENT ABOUT JOHN KERRY TONIGHT DURING THE DEBATE.
Time to go fix my hair with a little purple shampoo. Don’t want it going yellow.
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[...] Some of you are not aware of my hair’s role in Tom DeLay’s downfall. Briefly, in 2004, it became clear that my hair cuts and Tom DeLay’s woes were linked. I accepted the responsibility any super has to use her powers for good and decided to chronicle the connection in a blog. The beginning of this chronicle is documented, in a post cleverly titled The Beginning. [...]
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