I grew my hair out for more than a year to donate it to a charitable organization. At the end I felt like I had a dead rat on my head so I happily cut it off. Then I came home and freaked out that I looked like Johnny Depp in the Willy Wonka re-make, or perhaps a Mario-brothers 1-up Mushroom. Arnold said it looked great but I didn't believe him, he's a good liar that way. At my b-day party he convinced Lisa that my hair was a wig. He said "I didn't plan to lie but then I just had to!" Only Arnold would consider inventing stories an obligation... but I digress... back to me and my hair. Shauntay and Greta proclaimed it modern and stylish and they always tell it to me straight so my non-crisis is now averted. I've now reached the absolute height of narcissism, blogging about my hair.