Why is hair okay when it’s attached to someone’s head but not okay when it is hanging out the back of someone’s pilly sweater or wrapped around an elastic band? I get skeeved out finding my own hair in the drain and so does everyone else in my family. My hair grows like a weed and continuously has to regenerate itself…not my fault, ok? But this post is not about me and my magic hair nor is it about Sir Donald Trump’s mangy rug although it could have been, given today’s blog title.
The hair entry, naturally won last week’s Freak of the Week. Of course it did. Hair is gross. End of story.