The Playwright is in a play, which you should go see, (which I need to remember to go see), but which is not actually the point of this post.
Look at her hair!
Y’all, I wish I had cool hair. I kind of wish I had blue hair that matched my eyes.
But I’m afraid to dye it because I love how soft and curly it is and I’m afraid that it wouldn’t be soft and curly any more if I dyed it blue.
But, I could settle for strikingly silver, which seems to be the color it’s considering turning, except that my silver hairs aren’t curly, nor are they particularly soft.
When you’re twenty, you can have blue hair. And when you hit 65, I guess you can have blue hair again. But being neither, I guess I’m stuck with brown.