>As usual, I've been obsessing about my hair for the last few weeks. Since I went super short in March 2006, I've been mistaken for a dyke many times. There is nothing inherently wrong with that, of course, except that I'm not a dyke. After my last hair cut two weeks ago, I decided that enough was enough, and I should grow my hair back.

Then after class on Wednesday night, I went out with a group of people. My friend Vicky's friend's friend met up with us.

"I hope I won't offend you," he said to me, "and I'm sure you hear it all the time, but you look exactly like Jane Wiedlin."

"Huh?" I said, clueless as usual. The name rang a very faint bell, but part of the problem was that I could not hear what he said over the background noise.

"You know, the guitarist from the Go-Gos."

I sort of did know. I certainly knew enough to know that it was a major compliment. Vicky's friend's friend used his Blackberry machine thing to search the internet for a picture of Ms. Wiedlin. When he showed it to me, I nearly fell over:

Fuck yeah, that is a big compliment. I puffed my chest out and everything. Usually, if I'm compared to any famous person, it is Anne Frank. And while I think Anne Frank was an amazing person, it is just a wee bit depressing to be compared to her. But Jane Wiedlin! Shit! I'll keep the hair cut, and this is almost enough to make me start wearing make-up.