The question: "And who wants to be grey?"

Pause for thought. Contemplation. "Um... me?"

The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. Silver, shiny, stand-out-in-the-crowd hair. Even better if you can get the tips to fade into black. Or maybe the roots. Copper streaks? Brilliant. Twist it up on top of your head and sparkle-glitter it up for that ultra-unorthodox goff look.

I really do like this idea. I'm going to look into it. Though the cost makes me shudder, and I should probably let my hair recover from the shenanigans I've already unleashed upon it.

But, but, but... it's so purdy!

(I can't believe I'm rabbiting on about hair again. I am not a teeny-bopper. I can't be, I'm twenty-bloody-one. In an effort to redeem myself: I find it interesting that Machiavelli, beloved to realists, has deep underlying post-modern and liberal themes, even though he himself tries so hard to escape them. Could The Prince in fact be a satire? And how's that for an eclectic post: shallow hair-talk and political theorising all in the one package. And ain't that what this thing is all about?)