Yes, you can enter a peace treaty with your hair

A peace treaty is an agreement between two or more hostile parties, usually countries or governments, which formally ends a state of war between the parties. It is different from an armistice, which is an agreement to stop hostilities, or a surrender, in which an army agrees to give up arms, or a ceasefire or truce in which the parties may agree to temporarily or permanently stop fighting. ”

Love, Wikipedia

Lord God, I love Wikipedia.

My hair and I, after more than half a century of co-habitating, have entered the “Peace Treaty” phase of our relationship. Wikipedia confirms it.

I know I am not the only one.

This phase comes after the honeymoon, “whatever you say, dear,” and “you have got to be kidding me” phases most relationships meander through.

So after much thought and 20 years of straightening my hair almost daily, I recogize I have been at war with my hair, and a Chi iron has been my weapon of choice.

My Chi has helped me daily to  go from looking “most likely electrocuted” to “less traumatic”  in only 45 minutes.

The peace treaty thing only began in the last couple years as I’ve gotten older, and lazier. Also, a side effect of straightening irons is turning your hair into dehydrated straw.

Although entering into a peace treaty with one’s hair may sound a little left of center – and I’m not bragging, but – I’ve lived through some incredibly weird stuff.

Things, as I’m sure most of us are well aware, are crazy everywhere right now.

People (who should) not understanding the difference between vetted news and social media.

Our country’s politics have never been weirder – and this comes from somebody who has a thank you note from President Nixon. I think he had phlebitis and I sent him a get well card when I was like nine years old. I was like a tiny female version of Alex Keaton with unruly hair.

I have personally witnessed the opening of a box of fresh cow dung sent to the Leader office and pinned with Texas Lt. Governor Bob Bullock’s business card, that had been sent to my Dad after he wrote some unfavorable columns about Bullock.

In light of how my life has played out so far combined with the historical timeline of my hair, I figure how weird would it be to enter into a peace treaty with my hair?

Not very.

As a young child I commonly looked as though I had been raised by wild wolves –  I was usually running around wearing minimal clothing, my curly hair going in 16 different directions. When I turned 11, my mother took me to local beautician Joan Green to get my hair cut, and had secretly arranged (read: without my knowledge) that I would get the Dorothy Hamill haircut that was so popular in 1976, after she won in Olympic figure skating.

It was one of the saddest days of my life.

For a while, I looked like I was raised by wolves who somehow learned to use scissors. I did not look like Dorothy Hamill.

I muddled through the next decade looking confused and curly.

I lucked out in the 1980’s and 90’s, when the school of thought in Texas was “The higher the bangs, the closer to Jesus.”

My hair was actually made for those two decades of my life. I even got a perm because I wanted to be as close to Jesus as possible. Also, I used Aqua Net. It was tall hair season and I was winning.

Then somebody invented the Chi iron and made my mother a happy woman. She gets nervous when she sees my hair curly to this very day. I must have been a fairly bad kid for her to still recoil, which might explain why I got a thank you note from President Nixon.

In addition, my husband has a condition that makes his tongue bleed when my hair is curly. Me asking “does my hair look all right?” usually starts the ball rolling.

And yet, I’m still in talks with this mass of curly mess on my head because I’ve been at war too long, and I’m tired.

*** Nest week:  They Call Me Princess Leia.

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4 thoughts on “Yes, you can enter a peace treaty with your hair

  1. You’re my hero (said the 60-something woman who is still straightening her damned hair). Love this – dying to see a photo (especially since I thought you were naturally straight) – and love you! xoxo

    1. I’m with Kate! I thought you were naturally straight. So….. you’ve been pulling off this ‘act’ very successfully for a long time…. why can’t I say the same thing about being blonde?!!!!?

  2. You mean everyone else doesn’t have naturally thick and straight hair?
    Here I thought I was one of the few.
    Made peace with my own weird hair once I discovered braids. If skinny braids are good enough for Willie Nelson, well… I rest my case.

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