You would think it goes without saying that I, as a 38 year-old college graduate, blog contributor and reform advocator, master crocheter, great older sister and emphatic funny friend—am more than my mugshot. Taken on July 17, 2008–historically, one of the worst days of my life–both overall and hair specific. “Lucky” girl that I am this trauma has been forever memorialized and made easily accessible by our friends at Google. Please just take my word for it, flattering it is not, I’m not kidding about the hair.
