I long to click my heels and end up in Berkeley in the 70s where men were men and the rest of us were women and all of us were hairy as hobbitses and we were too busy drinking coffee and saving the world by re-using washed out plastic bags that we had hung on the clothesline with the rest of the rags.

On second thought, no thanks to going back, I just wish we all had better things to think about than our hair, and especially than about each other's hair.