You know those stories that start with, “There are two kinds of people in the world?” No, there aren’t. Where this subject is concerned, there is one kind of person in the world, and that is everyone who complains about their hair. It’s everyone who has no earthly idea what to do with their hair. It explains bangs and remorse for bangs. It explains perms, too, but fortunately, most people who hate their hair know that there’s only one thing worse than their hair, and that’s their hair permed.

Oh, wait! I actually know someone who likes her hair. She waltzes into a party looking like Catherine Deneuve in Belle de Jour and says, “Guess when I last washed my hair?” I fall for it every time. An hour ago? At a salon? In Paris? “Last week,” she says before sashaying off, hair undulating cruelly like a taunt.