Every time I have visited the U.S., I have been asked to let loose my hair and remove the hair pins. Each time, I have put up a defiant face.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm constantly trying to find new ways to get my hair out of my face.
Sometimes I have these fantasies of just moving to a foreign country and coming back with a full head of hair. Or not even come back! Make a new life there with hair... Change my name, just see what happens.
I've tried to have a regular haircut, but it just pops back up again, so this is the way it's going to be.
I was getting frustrated with America. It's interesting how as simple a thing as, like, letting your hair grow longer changed in the world in those days.
It's true that people were told facial hair was not appreciated by the British public, but I just decided to keep the moustache.
I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.
People bring up my hair quite a bit. It's strategically tousled. The flatiron is the key.
What people don't get is that hair is such a big part of our identity.
I'm undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair.
I do like my hair being pulled from time to time, it's like a pair of reins, innit?