SAMSON

Last night I dreamt my hair was cut off. I woke up exhausted.

According to the internet, it’s some loss of power / female castration thing–I mean, I did fall asleep reading Female Chauvinist Pigs, which works off one of the most annoying theses I’ve ever read. I probably drifted off into some argumentative dream rage and scissored out of spite.

But as someone who has never really valued hair, I feel sort of exempt from the collective unconscious. (Actually, I can’t stand when someone touches their hair. It drives me crazy.)

Anyway, female betrayal and loss of power are just the myth. It’s not the hair that exhausted me, but I know what I should cut off.