Dear America,
OMG it's been forevs! But sometimes you just have to go and like, write novels and be a professor and play with your dog, plus, I (as in I Violet, not Charlotte, who usually posts here) really don't wear makeup, so I kind of used up all my knowledge in this blog's first months. I, Violet, can talk about epidemiology with you, though! Cholera vectors, what?!
ANNNNNNNNNYways. Uh. There's been a revolution in my personal care routine lately, and it's been prompted by the revolutionary writings on the side of a bottle of Dr. Bronner's. You know the ones: be a communist! spray this on your plants! &c.
But. My point is. I always thought that conditioner after shampoo was scientifically required, or your head exploded. It turns out I totally made that up. I'm a tousle-headed moppet, with the tricky combination of curls and fine hair, which means that if I do not calibrate everything just so, I end up rocking the Alanis, or alternately, the Rocky.
Do you know how I fixed this? BY NOT USING CONDITIONER ANYMORE. Holy bejeezus, it's amazing! I just wash with the Dr. Bronner's baby-mild formulation* (before killing the rich and using it as contact lens solution) and air dry and then I am the most prettiest. You think I am joking, but I am not! Fine-but-curly-haired-chicks of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your conditioner!
*Available at Ricky's and also health food stores, depending on whether you are more of a hippie or a tranny.
Love,
Vi