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It should be perfect for my birthday present at the end of this month—a trip to The Keys. Nice, short, and quite conducive to humidity. I went to Jean last night with a picture I had printed of Meg Ryan, grimacing as I handed it to her, knowing I had just become the sort of salon-goer that I hate. I did make it clear that I didn't expect to look like the actress when it was all said and done, I only wanted her hair.

After months, nay, years, of blow-drying this puppy straight day after day, it's rather nice scrunching in some gel and calling it done. I feel spoiled.