I just started watching ‘Sullivan’s Crossing’ and now all I want in life is to grow my hair out and dye it red

Today I watched “Sullivan’s Crossing” for the first time, and I am enchanted by the star’s hair — specifically her ponytail in the opening scene. I couldn’t find a still of that particular moment, but I did find this from a later episode I haven’t seen yet.

Perfection.

My hair and I are rarely on good terms. Usually I’m in a state of either wishing it were longer, or plotting a massive assault on it by way of bob.

Currently I am growing out a slightly graduated bob, which looked good for exactly one day — the day I came home with it. Since then, my hair and I have been at war. One day it’s too flat, the next it’s too fluffy. My natural curl disappears at this shorter length, and I can never predict how effective my arsenal of styling aids will be at making sense of things.

But I also can’t seem to get it right when it’s longer. Typically after a few months of wearing it past my shoulders I start to feel a little crone-y, a little giving-up-on-life-y.

Some time ago, during a brief and insane stint as an anchor for a web-based news show, I got tape-in extensions. Our core audience skewed younger, and I thought longer hair made sense for my on-air persona. (Narrator: It turns out nothing could make sense of that situation.) I loved having the extra thickness and length, but holy hell was it heavy. I could probably find a metaphor in that if I felt like looking for one.