Being Curly

Me! A happy, curly-haired person.
Me! A happy, curly-haired person.

I am a naturally curly-haired person, which means I constantly field the question, “Do you ever straighten your hair? It would look so pretty!” What exactly are you insinuating with said question, new acquaintance?

The honest answer is, “No. I actually really love my curly hair.” And that’s the truth. Granted, I don’t love it all the time; I don’t love it in the rain, I don’t love it in humidity, I don’t love it when it doesn’t cooperate, but I’d always rather be curly than straight. (And let’s be honest, who has good hair in humidity?) My hair was curly when I was a baby, got straighter as I grew up, and curled again when I was about 12. Gotta love raging pre-teen hormones.

I’m moving to a very humid climate on Thursday, and I haven’t straightened my hair in nearly 3 years. I have only gone to work once with straight hair; it was during my first year teaching and a brutally honest coworker and friend later told me to never, ever do that again. “You look young enough,” she said. “We like curly-haired Becca better.” (A guy I was quasi-interested in at the time LOVED my hair straight, though.) Anyway, I figured now was a good time to demonstrate, once and for all, that I do in fact look better with curly hair. And my coworker is right – I already look young for my age, and straight hair only exacerbates that insecurity.

What my curls looked like after a VERY hot day at around 6pm
What my curls looked like after a VERY hot day at around 6pm
What I actually look like
What I actually look like

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The above photos are from a pretty average curly day in the summer. It was about 80° Fahrenheit and I’d spent a lot of time outside. I don’t love my hair in these photos, but I’ve got to be honest, it probably looks like that more often than I’d like to think. I really don’t mind that it’s uneven at the bottom. My hair grows painfully slowly (I haven’t cut it in at least 2 years) so any unraveling, unruly curl that makes it look longer is fine with me.

This is what I look like 5 minutes after straightening my hair
This is what I look like 5 minutes after straightening my hair
Apparently it curves to the right. And needs a trim. Who knew?
Apparently it curves to the right. And needs a trim. Who knew?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think I look like I’m 12 with straight hair. And I think I look like I’m 14 regularly, so 12 is a bit of a blow. I am astonished, though, at how long my hair is. I had no idea! As my former roommate used to say, my hair grows “out, not down.” Looks like she was right. If I straightened it regularly, I’d definitely need a trim because the bottom looks a little sad.

My students have always bugged me about why I don’t straighten my hair. Last year I told my 76 freshmen that if they all earned an A on their next essay, I’d come to work with straight hair. We all knew that wasn’t going to happen. They told me I’d be their favorite teacher forever if I straightened my hair for the last day of school. My response to that was, “This hair? In June’s humidity? Are you out of your mind?” (So now I’ve straightened it in August and that’s clearly a much better idea.)

The moral of the story is, I don’t straighten my hair. I happen to like my curls. The end.

Dance Like No One is Watching

In 2003, Teitur released his first album, Poetry and Aeroplanes. I’ve listened to a lot of music since then, but this album is still the most romantic album I’ve ever heard. (His second album, by the way, did not carry the same tone.) The chorus to “Let’s Go Dancing” contains the following lyrics:

Let’s go dancing
Waltz around the rumor mill
In your faded dress with the daffodils
Let’s go dancing
Let time stand still

I’ve had this song in my head a fair bit recently, probably because Mitch and I have been taking dance lessons for about 8 months. He was in a ballroom dance club in college and taking lessons together was actually Mitch’s idea. We’re most proficient in salsa and cha cha, but we’ve dabbled in waltz, American tango, and bachata (very, very briefly on the latter).

Teitur has been stuck in my head all morning (did you know that’s called an earworm?) because last night was our last class at our studio, Inikori. I really didn’t expect to have such a hard time saying goodbye. We’ve only been at Inikori since March or April and we see our fellow salsa and cha cha learners once a week for an hour and a half. I guess dancing with strangers lends itself to a certain sort of intimacy; it’s hard to remain strangers when you’re immediately forced into partner relationships. A round of hugs and well wishes for our adventure to Malaysia was a clear indication that we had become part of a family, a family that both Mitch and I are reluctant to leave. If/when we move back to Rochester, Inikori will be one of our first destinations.

To ease our sorrows about saying goodbye to the Inikori family last night, we joined a few friends at a local rum bar for a drink. I took a picture of the empty patio behind us as soon as we arrived, and I’m glad I did because it was full by the time we left. Havana Cabana has live music and Latin dancing on the weekends, so Mitch and I are going dancing there tonight.

Rum bar

Saying goodbye to so many people this spring and summer has been quite a challenge. I’ve said goodbye to my students (that was devastating), coworkers, family members, and friends. You’d think I’d be good at it by now. But I hate saying goodbye. Leaving is hard. Life goes on for everyone, no matter who is in the picture and who is not. Sometimes old friends come home for a few days and are shocked by new haunts, new additions to our friend group, new apartments, new restaurants. I’m nervous to go away, but I’m also nervous to come back to totally different realties than the ones I know now. In Hebrew, there’s a word for “goodbye” and another word for “see you later.” There’s less finality there.

Cheers to dance, cheers to music, and cheers to adventure.

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