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	<title>Comments on: My Favorite &#8220;Secret&#8221; This Week</title>
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	<description>one woman's view from a place by the zoo in the city</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 14:39:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Susan Miller</title>
		<link>http://www.gloriaferris.net/2008/01/my-favorite-secret-this-week/#comment-51481</link>
		<dc:creator>Susan Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 19:31:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Many people who have known me in Cleveland might never guess that I have the same red, curly hair. When long hair was "in"(back in the 60s and 70s), I wore it down my back and the stuff was literally like a tent. Tangles!?! Oh yes; my mother became so irritated with me while combing out the pigtails one Saturday afternoon (so my bayou soaked locks could have a shampoo), that she gave up with only 1/2 partially combed and sent me with my father to the barber. I was "pixied". After that it was a "let it grow" protest against those “tangle sessions” and the abrupt shearing. When my sister was married, we (the wedding party) went to the "beauty parlor" (my first time) where we were introduced to Wella Balsam. Omigod! That stuff changed my life. I had never seen a comb float through my hair after a shampoo. But ultimately with most hours spent in dance studios the business of long hair was just too time-consuming. I cut it in 3 stages from waist length to shoulder length (totally unmanageable) to shag (for one day) to Annie Lennox buzzed all in the time of a month. That was 1981. It remained 1-2 inches long for about 2 decades. Now I just deal with it and whatever it plans to be on a particular day. Never, never put a hair dryer near my curly locks or watch out! Tent city! The winter weather allows it to relax, but in summer some sort of pomade keeps me from sporting the Irish fro. Still, when I just lose patience, it is easiest to simply cut the damn things of and be done with it. Worked for 20 years for me. Of course the radical haircut also helped to brand me as a rebel with a cause and no holds barred on sharing my rebelliousness. Now the mop needs a cut to be out of my eyes, but after having it mini and inconsequential for so many years... I could sort of care less. I guess I have to get it cut before the temps rise so no one can see the curl right in the middle of my forehead.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Many people who have known me in Cleveland might never guess that I have the same red, curly hair. When long hair was &#8220;in&#8221;(back in the 60s and 70s), I wore it down my back and the stuff was literally like a tent. Tangles!?! Oh yes; my mother became so irritated with me while combing out the pigtails one Saturday afternoon (so my bayou soaked locks could have a shampoo), that she gave up with only 1/2 partially combed and sent me with my father to the barber. I was &#8220;pixied&#8221;. After that it was a &#8220;let it grow&#8221; protest against those “tangle sessions” and the abrupt shearing. When my sister was married, we (the wedding party) went to the &#8220;beauty parlor&#8221; (my first time) where we were introduced to Wella Balsam. Omigod! That stuff changed my life. I had never seen a comb float through my hair after a shampoo. But ultimately with most hours spent in dance studios the business of long hair was just too time-consuming. I cut it in 3 stages from waist length to shoulder length (totally unmanageable) to shag (for one day) to Annie Lennox buzzed all in the time of a month. That was 1981. It remained 1-2 inches long for about 2 decades. Now I just deal with it and whatever it plans to be on a particular day. Never, never put a hair dryer near my curly locks or watch out! Tent city! The winter weather allows it to relax, but in summer some sort of pomade keeps me from sporting the Irish fro. Still, when I just lose patience, it is easiest to simply cut the damn things of and be done with it. Worked for 20 years for me. Of course the radical haircut also helped to brand me as a rebel with a cause and no holds barred on sharing my rebelliousness. Now the mop needs a cut to be out of my eyes, but after having it mini and inconsequential for so many years&#8230; I could sort of care less. I guess I have to get it cut before the temps rise so no one can see the curl right in the middle of my forehead.</p>
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		<title>By: KT</title>
		<link>http://www.gloriaferris.net/2008/01/my-favorite-secret-this-week/#comment-50919</link>
		<dc:creator>KT</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 21:58:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>thanks for giving me those curls mom. haha
i feel the same way as the lady who sent in that postcard.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>thanks for giving me those curls mom. haha<br />
i feel the same way as the lady who sent in that postcard.</p>
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