Okay, frivolous dilemma: I really want a haircut, because it’s grown out from the militant feminist devil worshipper cut I got back in April, and it’s gotten a little shaggy. The problem is that I have to judge the finals of the national debating competition next week, and do sort of want to look appropriately judgely.
I’m already the youngest member of the judging panel, and the only female. I have an annoying feeling that looking like a Japanese punk rocker in addition to all that might just make it a little difficult to exude sophistication and intellect to my fellow judges, most of whom will be considerably older.
Considering all things, I’ll probably get the haircut and rely on my judging competence to maintain my credibility. But I wanted to admit to those niggling doubts, all the same.