I wrote a short play at some point in grad school or after grad school called People Don’t Change, they just Change their Hair and I think about it every time I decide to change my own. It might be one of the truest sentences I’ve ever cooked. A few weeks ago I saw a picture of Brandi Carlile singing by a fire and I decided that the Answer was to chop my hair off and go Blonde. All of the sudden, that was the answer. But what was the Question? Was it, who am I now? New hair is always an answer to a Question that’s sort of inexpressible, or so big it doesn’t even fit in the mouth. It’s the illusion of change. Regardless of what I was asking, LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME and IT FEELS GREAT.
