Are you a cool kid?

Well? Are you? A cool kid? I am. Know how I know I am?

Cause I am a member of and I voted in the 2010 Bootlegger Awards!

‘Uh, BS, how are you a member of a group for 20 something bloggers, you’re thir—‘ SHUT YOUR PRETTY LITTLE FACE RIGHT THERE DEAR READER. If you take a moment to remember correctly, I am only 23 and besides I’ve been a member of 20sb for like 3 years. Age is not the point here. Well, my age at least.

If you are already a member of 20sb.net then you need to get your butt in gear and go vote. There’s a bunch of categories and a bunch of really worthy blogs and today is the last day, why’d ya wait so long?

If you aren’t a member of 20sb.net, have no fear you can still be a cool kid. If you are actually 20 something (that’s the only requirement), you should pop on over to 20sb.net and join and then you should friend add me because I like friends and then you should send me gifts because I like gifts (I’m mostly talking about gifts on 20sb.net but I will not send back any gifts given to me outside of 20sb.net. I am gracious like that).

If you aren’t in your twenties you’re kinda screwed for this easy test of coolness. If you really want to be cool, you can make a post on your blog that says BS SAYS I’M COOL and post a link to it the comments here and I will go check it out and confirm your coolness. I’m awesome AND giving like that.

Go now, make with the coolness.

The long and the short of it

I don’t get the male fascination with girls and long hair. I don’t get the fascination of guys with long hair for that matter, but that’s a topic for a different day. I have shortish hair, it isn’t a buzz cut or the reverse mullet I used to rock or manly in any fashion but it is above my shoulders and I can’t put it in a ponytail. And, apparently, to some guys, I may as well be bald because if it aint long it aint hair.

My hair was longish, middle of my back give or take a shoulder slump, when I decided to get a super cute bob ala Katie Holmes. I really liked the cut plus I was applying for a job as the manager of a department and I wanted to look all professional and boss of people like and I didn’t really think my long, pigtail braids were gonna fit the bill. Besides, I never wore my hair down. Between health code regulations in restaurants and the hot as hell temperature in Florida (and the car with no ac in the hot as hell temperatures in Florida) my hair was always pulled up into some sort of ponytail. What’s the point in all that hair, all that V05 shampoo, all that Nice ‘N Easy if I have to spend 2.41 hours per day sculpting it into the perfect my-hair?-oh-my-gosh!-I-just-pulled-it-up-into-a-ponytail-hot, ass mess?

So, I cut it all off. Sadly, I couldn’t donate it to Locks of Love because I’m an ass and I have had highlights but I learned my lesson and henceforth, I will not have highlights with bleach in the event I grow long enough hair to chop off and donate. Yeah, I’m altruistic like that, I don’t mind saving $74 to help out the kids. So, the hair is short, I don’t look as young as I did with long hair but that goes with the boss of someone territory, but I like it, I have liked it for almost 2 years. Then some guy that didn’t even know me when my hair was longer saw a picture on Facebook or Myspace or Twitter or your third uncle’, neighbor’s, plumber’s, ex-wife’s, new girlfriend’s porn site and he commented that he like the long hair version of me. Better. Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Yeah, so, hey? You used to be pretty and now you’re just…bald.