I got a pixie haircut last week. I have always wanted one, and my doctor said “you are not going to NOT lose your hair.” Some people hang on to their hair as long as they can. They pretend their hair isn’t thinning, that they aren’t losing clumps. I haven’t even started losing it yet really, but my scalp is tender. It’s going to happen. It’s going to start this weekend after my second chemo. The biggest deciding factor for me was my mom. She went through chemo, and she held on to her hair. Then one day at dinner she BROKE DOWN in tears and said “I am TIRED of EATING MY HAIR!” So we went in the downstairs bathroom, and Les shaved mom’s head while she cried.


I don’t want to do that. I don’t want my experience to be like mom’s. Most things, she showed me how to handle, but this…. this, I’m doing the opposite. So I got a pixie haircut and Sunday I am shaving my head. Well, Kent is shaving my head while playing the Game of Thrones Shame app (shame! Shame! SHAME!). Saturday, I think we’ll do the sides so I can look like P!nk.


I’ve always fucking loved P!nk. She was my first and best “angry girl music.” I was a junior in high school and I loved her hair and her style and her voice and her strength. She has always been my power music. “Can’t Take Me Home” was the first album I ever bought. She is beautiful and amazing and CUT. I am seriously in love with P!nk and her music has been a part of my life and getting me through hard times. I’m usually not a music person, like I don’t need it or listen to it every day or anything… but P!nk is my exception. I like other music and musicians in a vague way, but I fucking love P!nk. She speaks to my soul. My soul is surprisingly poppy!


So when I had to cut my hair, who do I use as an example? I gave the hair dresser a picture of one of P!nk’s pixie cuts. Life cannot be bad if I look like P!nk. I should have also dyed it, but that sounded like too much work, and P!nk herself says that pinkness is a state of mind rather than a color.


That’s the best part of celebrity culture. P!nk is someone I can point to and channel and say “P!nk would do this” or “P!nk wouldn’t do this.” And I can tell you right now that P!nk wouldn’t give a fuck if she had a shaved head. Plus, I’m gonna see if I can finally look like a girl you wouldn’t wanna mess with, maybe with a neck tattoo and a studded collar. I’ll do heavy makeup at night then sleep in it. Then put on more. I could look like a girl you don’t wanna cross. Or super strung out.


This is just a way for to reconceptualize my current life, and it comes with a soundtrack! According to P!nk, I’m not dead just floating. According to P!nk, I’m not scared just changing. And I rediscovered my favorite from her Missundaztood album (the misspelling has ALWAYS bothered me):


You can push me out the window
I’ll just get back up
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler truck
And I won’t give a fuck
You can hang me like a slave
I’ll go underground
You can run over me with your 18 wheeler but
You can’t keep me down, down, down, down


Thank you, P!nk, for giving me a way to reframe my current experiences. And for being such a hot, powerful bad ass. Also, you wanna hang out sometime?

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