Did you miss me?

Hello children!

It's the beginning of a new semester. I gave everyone a little break from being subjected to commentary. I figured a week and a half was plenty of time to get all of your laundry unpacked and washed.

I have noticed a couple things, one really, that I simply cannot go without discussing immediately. Multicolored hair. I swear it's worse than nappy dreads. Ok, that may be a stretch, but it is revolting.

I am fully supportive of most forms of coiffure related self expression, but I have seen some heads on campus that look like pure Skittle-puke. Even Rainbow Brite had the sense to keep her hair one color.

Dye it all one unnatural shade [I'm partial to purple, myself]. Rachel Speer had a penchant for dyeing hers blue some years back, and it really worked for her. Or put in a few pieces of hair flair. A couple of solid streaks here and there are just dandy. We're young, and now is the time for adventurous hair, piercings and tattoos.

However, it is NEVER time for disgusting colors that do not coordinate [magenta and cornflower . . . . not a fan]. It is NEVER time for an overabundance of streaks that are not solid, but striped in nature. [Jeremy and I discussed this earlier this afternoon, and we remembered fondly a treat from our childhood.]

There isn't a polite way to put this [and even if there were, I can't said I'd be one to take that road]: you look ridiculous. I promise if you come to your senses, I will pay for you to have your hair redone. Scout's honor.

Good things from today will be posted tomorrow.

I missed you kids, really I did. Now someone please make me proud.

"Fashions fade, style is eternal."
-Yves Saint Laurent