I feel obliged to impart some of my unsolicited folksy homespun wisdom from time to time. Luckily for me I keep a filter around so that I don't impart in public. I call this filter MyPoolBoy, because if it wasn't for him, there are times that I honestly would probably land in jail. Or get shot. Or both. It is often a blessing and / or a downright miracle if I encounter situations that I consider blogworthy and can be quieted long enough to get it typed in without commenting out loud or falling in the floor in fitful snorts of laughter and a puddle of urine.
So.
I sat at dinner tonight and in walked two people with their kid. Said kid had a mohawk. I have nothing against self-expression through hairstyles or even mohawks. BUT Here's the thing, people.... Mohawks "open up" and "frame" your face. If your little Oompa Loompa is ugly, we do not want to see any more than we absolutely have to. Please, please fortheloveofgawd do us all a favor and encourage him to grow his hair long and do one of those beatnik/social outcast type hairstyles that hangs down over his eyes and covers his homeliness.
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