Coif Alert: The Poof, Redefined

Obviously, the girl on the next page has cojones when it comes to sporting crazy 'dos and obviously a love for eye catching, gravity defying hair. She told me her roommate styled it and for a brief moment I couldn't help but wonder if her roommate likes her or not. I could definitely see this, "are those rollers?" poof-wave on a runway.

Seeing it in my British Literature class on the other hand, is plain ... awesome. She's a regular when it comes to innovative hair styles. My only complaint would be that it's like wearing your strongest perfume, highest whore heels, and brightest red lipstick to the bank (something I do on the regular); it's more of an evening style than it is fit for school. But hey, get your kicks where you can, I say. I look forward to the class now, wondering which Cousin It relative will appear next. This number you see above was enough to finally give me the courage to ask and take her picture. (Okay, I lie, I had been trying to sneak a picture of her different crazy hairstyles for weeks, but without the flash I couldn't really get anything.)

I suddenly have a new love and respect for this stranger at whom I usually smirk. Maybe my previous snickers were out of jealousy. Maybe I laughed in envy of the big, shiny balls that allow her to be so brave with the dead protein strands atop her head and sometimes the hats that adorn them. After talking to her, lying about why I was taking her picture, and hearing that her roommate and herself take turns experimenting with her hair, I was moved. Deeply moved, in a hairy way. I think I'm brave in the fashion world with my hot pants and Mexican poncho. While I look like a pant-less hobo, she rocks a look few could master with bobby pins, and fewer could muster up the courage to wear to class. I'm going to say it ... YOU GO GIRL. So gorgeous, brave, fashionably playful lady, I salute you ... and please do not fly away by your hair mid-lecture. Poof, poof, and away!