Bullshi*

Sometimes a certain kind of curl comes along that's so in your face about being curly that it requires a restraining order, that's so defiantly crinkle cut it make hairdressers never utter a word, let alone dare ask where you've been for your holidays, that is so folically ferocious that it makes hair straighteners short their sockets out just by being in the same postcode, let alone in the same room. So fekkin' curly it's taken all the lame family and friend jokes and sneers over the years and powered up like a Duracell bunny and turned into mega curls, with a secret super power that makes it immune to serum and hair smoothing claims. And as for those serums and "from this to that" claims, they are but puny pretenders, undone by a gust of wind, humid day or a weak as a kitten's cough shower. But if all that bluff and bluster fails, and I just want to live the dream of being able to flick some long, straight hair, I can always wear a wig.