When I was small, I nearly balded my fair-haired neighbor friend while playing Beauty Shop with real scissors. Her mom was livid and had a sort of meltdown. I always thought that mom was kind of an asshole about the whole thing. It was just hair. Hair grows back, for goodness sake. And kids? Well, they do stupid stuff sometimes. No big deal.
Suddenly, I feel compassion for that mother I judged so harshly in my youth. You see, I became the asshole today.
Take a look at Julia’s hair. Notice anything funny?
Here’s a clue.
And some evidence.
Karma is one nasty bitch.
* Lyrics from Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical