My Hair Has Mullet Envy

Through the years I've encountered every form of precipitation.  Snow, rain, sleet, people who spit when they speak, birds who lack politeness in their pooping, I've seen it all. Through all these trials and tribulations, I've fought the social norm that a true lady uses an umbrella.  For some reason I've developed a strong opposition to it.  It feels like I'm being weak or perceived to others as high maintenance.  There are very few occasions I'll allow the use of an umbrella: Prom (mom said I had to) and a dance number I choreographed back in '93 (my ribbon dancer had momentarily been misplaced.)  Today, I attempted to "keep it classy" by giving in and using an umbrella to walk into school.  It was conference night, and I didn't want my appearance to spook or concern the families.  Two steps away from my car and I got a proverbial slap in the face from the wind, as it flipped my umbrella inside out.  Balancing my purse, lunch, teaching stuff, and coffee allowed no mobility to flip it back. So, I entered school completely unprotected, ashamed, and with my hair having mullet envy.  I'll explain, stick with me.

 

My mullet envy theory:

My hair is naturally curly and requires some quality time with a flat iron to make it straight.  As soon as it senses moisture, even a humid day, the curl pops right out like it's time to party.  Now if you think of the purpose of a mullet, you realize that the individual is simply expressing their ability to be a healthy mix of work and fun.  They've got business time in the front, and a party in the back.  I'm confident my hair and the weather were in cahoots to show the parents that Ms. Hicks in fact has two sides.  With random curling because of the umbrella malfunction, and sections of my hair that "fought the man" and stayed straight the families were able to see that I'm business with a little bit of party when the time is right.  Even if the parents didn't feel comfortable verbalizing this to me, the kids did. 

 

As I dropped my class off at music one of my little girls said "Ms. Hicks, I love your dress and bow headband.  You're like Christmas.  You're like a present.  I want to take open you up and take you home!" 

 

She definitely took note of the curl to straight ratio, and knew what was up.  Tonight, I brought the fun....