I staunchly refuse to do a lot of things. Some are just common sense - I wouldn't stick a razor inside my nose, for example. But some things I won't do because everyone else is doing them and I like to be ornery. This orneryness has led to some decisions I'm proud of. It has also led to me carrying a fuzzy brown wiener dog purse named Quincy until I was in my late 20's.
Now that I've sucked the pipe and joined Facebook, I've started to give some thought to a few other things I've been holding out on, not necessarily on principle but just because it pleases me to resist them.
The Hair
I've been going grey since I was 17. It's been cool. The grey has arranged itself in interesting, only slightly skunk-like streaks and has provided delightful free highlights for several years. I've enjoyed the contrast of my fresh young face and my hilarious grey hair and congratulated my follicles for following in the footsteps of comedian Steve Martin, my snowy-haired childhood idol. Oh Steve. I believe that robots are stealing MY luggage too.
Lately though, I have to say, the hair is not working for me. Now, I could just need a good haircut. But I have also started to consider going down the dark, glossy chestnut brown path of actually colouring it. I KNOW!! The expense! The maintenance! The ROOTS! And yet . . . and yet, friends. If I can't rock the grey hair as hard as Lex, should I even bother trying? Let's go to the polls:
The L Word
I really don't know why I've been resisting this show so mightily. I'll watch lots of other shows with impossibly pretty people in them and most of those feature FAR less hot lesbian sex. For someone who's always complaining about how there's not enough lesbian entertainment out there, to not at least ATTEMPT to watch the one lesbian show just because it's a fantasy soap opera world where there are no creampuff lesbians is a little . . . oh, also, MY MOTHER WATCHES IT. She gets it FROM THE LIBRARY. Yeah, that's right.
Having Kids
I know I joke about having joined the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement back in college, but I have to say - all these baby hats I'm knitting have really got my ovaries working overtime.
Every time I finish one, I imagine it crowning the soft dome of my own baby's pointy little -Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Woooooooooooooooooo!! Just kidding guys! Sorry Mom.
Using a Real Pattern
I love knitting, but a lot of mine - why be coy? - is shitty. This is because a lot of the time I like to get IDEAS from patterns, but not actually USE patterns. That's not to say I can't read or use patterns - I just don't like to. Some of my knit-speriments have worked out okay while others . . . well, we shall not speak of them. The thing is, while I loathe to do things like "pay attention" or "be precise", I have also (finally) grown tired of churning out crap. I don't want to lose my adventurous, woolly spirit, but I have to say I'm actually following a pattern for a project right now and it's turning out pretty nice. Well, I changed the toe and stuff, but that doesn't really count.
Obviously, I'm still merely CONSIDERING these activities. I'm hoping the polls will help me decide! Then again, what if I decide to do the opposite of what you all think, just to be ornery?
