I muse about Eve from time to time. You know, Eve, mother of all humanity. Most of what I know about her comes from the Bible, which despite the naysayers, I embrace down to its last jot and tittle. I know she walked with God, lived in paradise, and for a time, had the perfect husband, but the rest I surmise from our shared experience as women.
I imagine her on that first fallen morning as she rises to escape Adam's ungodly snoring, adjusts her fig leaves, and stumbles to the water's edge to wash a strange and bitter taste from her mouth. She tries to run her fingers through her once flawless hair, but they get snagged in a mass of tangles. Peering at her reflection, she wonders if those are ripples in the water or wrinkles on her forehead, and cursed with her newly-acquired sense of dissatisfaction, she oversteps her natural boundaries once again and declares, "I shalt create bangs."
And thus is born one of womankind's peskiest dilemmas from that age to this. Wispy or heavy? Layered or blunt? Should I grow them out or keep them?
Recently, I asked my hairdresser, Tena, if she could cut my hair in a way that would let me have bangs when I wanted them and not have them when I didn't. She looked at me as if I'd suffered a blow to the head since my last appointment. "You know that's not possible, right?"
Oh, Eve. I'll bet it was possible before the fall.
I imagine her on that first fallen morning as she rises to escape Adam's ungodly snoring, adjusts her fig leaves, and stumbles to the water's edge to wash a strange and bitter taste from her mouth. She tries to run her fingers through her once flawless hair, but they get snagged in a mass of tangles. Peering at her reflection, she wonders if those are ripples in the water or wrinkles on her forehead, and cursed with her newly-acquired sense of dissatisfaction, she oversteps her natural boundaries once again and declares, "I shalt create bangs."
And thus is born one of womankind's peskiest dilemmas from that age to this. Wispy or heavy? Layered or blunt? Should I grow them out or keep them?
Recently, I asked my hairdresser, Tena, if she could cut my hair in a way that would let me have bangs when I wanted them and not have them when I didn't. She looked at me as if I'd suffered a blow to the head since my last appointment. "You know that's not possible, right?"
Oh, Eve. I'll bet it was possible before the fall.