Acquiesce to Imperfect Hair
I remember watching the Jetsons when I was little and admiring the part of the opening introduction where a sleepy George would ride this moving catwalk while robots would groom him for the upcoming day. The best part was when a contraption would slide over his head and do his hair. I want nothing more in life than to have a robot that trims and styles my hair for me every day. I want this more than world peace. In fact, the short list of things I want the most include (in this order): hair robot, MacBook Pro, a delicious cup of minestrone, Chuck from Pushing Daisies, jet car and world peace. What I’m trying to say is… I deserve perfect hair more than a kid in Africa deserves clean drinking water and until this day comes, I’ll just have to settle for looking adequate.
