Despite appearances, my hair doesnt make my face do that – I think this is the face I make when I take self portraits with my cell phone. I see this face a lot and think “why do I look angry?” So this time, I just said fuck it and here we are. Sorry.
I figured new president, new haircut. These things just go together. No, really, I was just sick of my hair and decided that the time for talk was at an end. Or, more in tune with the day, heres my version of BOs speech:
The lessons of our forefathers hair is laid plain before us and it is time to pick up the clippers and go to work, ignoring fear of ridicule, abandoning sense of style. In these dire times, we need to practice economy and self reliance, and I call on all Clapboard readers to stand together, and in one voice, say “Hire a barber! Learn to smile!” Anything to make this page less sere and forbidding to newcomers. This haircut says to the world that we are once again ready to lead the way in self-inflicted appearance wounds and that we are willing to work with you, whether your hair is short or long, coiffed or unkempt, to make sure that our globe is a safe place for any hairstyle! And to those looking to ridicule, know this – you cannot outridicule me! I will not waver in my dedication to the absurdity of my haircut, I will never tire in hating the style on my pate, regardless of how long it grows.