I'm big on Women's Lib when it comes to hair. I think it's ultimately her decision, since the hair resides, after all, on her scalp.
"But Tricia, don't you think marriage is a team effort? Don't you think it's a joint decision?"
I'd say I'm 55%/45% on the percentages of authority over her hair, the extra 5% belonging to the girl.
I mean, it's her hair. Sure, she can choose to keep it long if that's what he loves, and if she loves it (or even likes it) long also, then that's not really a sacrifice. And to be fair, I kept mine long for a lot of years because the man in my life adored the curly locks. So I can't say I haven't been swayed by the opinion
But if a girl wants to cut her hair, I think she should do it.
I made a dramatic change in hairstyle: seven inches of dramatic change. And I.Love.It.
My kids hate it.
Tyler actually booed me in the salon. "Boo, Mommy. Blech."
"Tyler, let's have a little talk about girls. Someday you'll have one of your very own, and she needs to be allowed to wear her hair however she chooses. Maybe long, maybe short, maybe long and short - whatever she chooses. And even if you don't love it, you will love her, so it's a great idea to have something kind to say about how she looks. So, let's try this again. What do you think of my hair, Tyler?"
He hesitated. "Boo."
Dear future daughter-in-law, I'm working hard on this for you. Taking one for the team, if you will.
Tucker climbed into bed with me that night (which, first of all, please go back to your own bed), and in his groggy state, he said, "Mommy, you just look so weird."
I attended a stellar birthday bash last weekend for a friend's 50th (at which there was a most charming centerpiece bouquet of Tootsie Pops with a sign that said "Fifty Sucks"), and when I came down the stairs to depart as the babysitter arrived, I foolishly said, "Well, guys? What do you think?"
They gave me a once over.
"Mommy, I just really do not like that hair. I do not."
Well, I do. The hair stays.
The good news is, so does the girl.