Can't Hang With the Hair Gang, Pt. 1

Do I think that title is corny? Yes. Did I stick with it because it rhymed and I came up with it at 2 am yesterday morning? Yes. Are we all ready to move forward? YES. In T-minus two days I'm jumping off the semi-natural hair train. I seriously can't hang. I am not made to personally deal with this kind of volume and upkeep. I think a big reason for jumping ship, for me, is because I currently live in the middle of nowhere, Oregon. It's a nice town, don't get me wrong. Cute coffee shops, friendly residents, quaint small business boutiques. All very ideal and vaguely hipster. But what isn't included in this quaintness are ethnic hairdressers. Add to this the bat shit crazy humidity and lack of sufficient hair taming products and you end up with me. An unhappy, semi-natural girl who's hair no longer curls, but instead becomes irrevocably and unforgivably frizzy. As rapper Chief Keef is so popularly quoted for saying, "That's that shit I don't like!" That is my depth of feeling about the situation, exclamation point included. And so, I am headed back to my OG ways of getting relaxers. Because, truth be told, I'm just a straight haired kind of gal. Especially if I'm going to have to do my hair myself in Oregon. Dealing with unkempt frizziness is added stress I don't need as a graduate student. I will miss, however, the versatility of curly hair during swimming season. Upside, I get to have a new hair cut! Below are some of the options I am considering, all variations on bobs. I'll make a video later this week to show you all the results. Salud!

Where I like to fancy my hair length to be at:
 

If my hair needs to be cut (Heaven forbid):

  

If my hair is surprisingly long (fingers crossed):