At age 4, I ran away screaming any time my mother approached me with a comb. Thirty years later, I feel the same way.

I. hate. hair.

I hate combing it. I hate styling it. I hate hot combs, relaxers, weave, grease, brushes, blowouts, hooded dryers, sponge rollers and hard rollers. I hate getting it braided, twisted, cut, shampooed, conditioned, wrapped, rinsed, dyed, fried and laid to the side. Why can't we all just rock a baldy?