Because, ladies, who can hear us speak over the noise of our hair.
A few months ago, I moderated a televised book-fair panel, an event I approached with a certain amount of trepidation, but that providentially went well. An overflowing audience laughed and clapped in the right places. The panelists thanked me after. I felt great.
Two weeks later, an email arrived in my inbox with the subject header, “GET A HAIRCUT.”