What's up with the butch hair-cuts? And yeah, i get it, when you're 80 or 90-something,

normal everyday things, like brushing long gray tresses, is not only a hassle, but a pain in the shoulders, wrist and fingers - that won't bend, or unbend.  But taka-looka-round...the butch-cuts are on alot of middle-aged (and) young heads.  Whatever happened to a woman's long hair being her glory?  Well, the answer to that is a no-brainer.  

Womanly beauty, in general, has been - over the last 50-some years - systematically scoffed at, and crushed.  Don'cha know, us women - if we want even some respect - must adapt to (supposedly) masculine chatacteristics ... ya know, like the stone-busting ms.ceo, who, of course, can (supposedly :/) outswat anyone on the racquetball court.  Never mind, we all know - but dare not say - whadda bragging-ars'd biche she is.  Worse than that, our grossly un Godly society expects regular women to envy that Jezebel - there's Psalms speaking about people being envious of the wicked; yep it's a gender-blind waste of time and energy.   Anyway...

if i live long enough, there could come a time, when these silver tresses will have to go.  But until then, and somehow after - Lord Himself willing - am determined to hang onto feminine characteristics ... ya know, like long poofy skirts - instead of pants (which make women look fatter ... i am fat enough as it is, thankyouverymuch :) 

So yeah, wanted to call "the baby ugly," but doing so, on someone else's blog...that's not polite.  But at this blog, i'm a callin' it for what it is: that haircut is bbbuuuuuck ugly.

Lunch is soon over.  Bye :)