In the summer of 1998, the worst year of my life, I had my hair cut off. Gone. Done. I have always had long hair (more for the versatility than anything else), and suddenly it was less than an inch long. My head felt very light, which was kind of trippy and cool until I got used to it, and the ease with which I could take care of it was unbelievable.
Only problem? I look pretty fugly with short hair. Still, I look back on that hair era somewhat fondly, particularly when I’m sweating out the horrible heat and humidity that has permeated the Northeast this summer.
And that’s why I’m ridiculously jealous when celebrities go for the pixie and effectively pull it off. It’s not that I feel inferior to women like Michelle Williams and Keira Knightley for being able to look gorgeous with super-short hair. I mean, they are obviously more beautiful than I could ever hope to be, and that’s why they’re movie stars and I try to get a bunch of teenagers to appreciate Transcendentalist poetry.
Nope, my green-eyed monster is all about the ease of a thirty second shampoo and maybe five minutes to blow dry and style it.
Anyway, Emma Watson of Harry Potter fame is the latest star to show the world how incredibly beautiful she truly is by successfully working the pixie cut. I think it looks absolutely amazing on her. I mean, I’m heterosexual so it’s not a sexual thing (like looking at Brad Pitt in his prime would be), but I can’t help appreciating the bone structure, the almost ethereal art-like quality that Watson is exuding.