can't do a thing with it? just shave it!. i made an off hand comment one night, something to the effect of "i just want to shave off all my hair" and nico perks up with this little smile, and said "let's do it right now" "do what?" "let's shave your head" i pretended to think it over for a few, but my mind was made up two seconds before he asked the question. it had to go. and so it did, i gathered my hair into ponytails for locks of love, and sat outside with devon in my lap, pondering the buzz eminating from mamas head. and i hated it at first glance. and then i loved it five minutes later, not because it had changed much. i felt so fresh, so clean. i felt a little taller, and a lot bolder. and i felt sexy. sexy to the core. i had done away with this cultural tribute to vanity, one which i had long since been disconnected. the next day i wondered about myself in other peoples eyes, and as the day wore on i stopped. the next time you just can't do a thing with it... shave that shit!