I Am Woman, Hair Me Roar

Tracy Beckerman
Mon, 19 Jan 2026 21:00:00 -0800
Lifestyle

When you have short hair, it is inevitable that you will spend an inordinate amount of time growing your hair out, and then getting fed up and cutting it again. I have been down this hair-brained road several dozen times before, complaining for months until I am convinced my husband is going to cut it all off while I sleep just so he doesn't have to listen to me whine about it one more day.

The last time I decided to torture myself with this hair thing, I made it about six months before my husband told me to either cut it or shut it. Of course, it wasn't the only thing I'd talked about for six months, but it was definitely in the top five along with 1) my thighs, 2) my wrinkles, 3) my butt, and 4) my kids (I had to throw that last one in there so I didn't sound completely self-involved).

I actually really liked my former, short spiky "'do," but various people who offered opinions I didn't ask for convinced me that my short haircut was making me look older, and when you're over 60, being told something makes you look older goes over about as big as a prescription for a colonoscopy.
Updated: Tue Jan 20, 2026

When you have short hair, it is inevitable that you will spend an inordinate amount of time growing your hair out, and then getting fed up and cutting it again. I have been down this hair-brained road several dozen times before, complaining for months until I am convinced my husband is going to cut it all off while I sleep just so he doesn't have to listen to me whine about it one more day.

The last time I decided to torture myself with this hair thing, I made it about six months before my husband told me to either cut it or shut it. Of course, it wasn't the only thing I'd talked about for six months, but it was definitely in the top five along with 1) my thighs, 2) my wrinkles, 3) my butt, and 4) my kids (I had to throw that last one in there so I didn't sound completely self-involved).

I actually really liked my former, short spiky "'do," but various people who offered opinions I didn't ask for convinced me that my short haircut was making me look older, and when you're over 60, being told something makes you look older goes over about as big as a prescription for a colonoscopy.

This time around, I managed to get past the dreaded "growing it out over my ears" stage, and the "looks a little like a mullet" stage, without running screaming to the hair salon. It helped that whenever I had a hair attack, my stylist seemed to be out of town or all booked up. It also helped that my husband hid all the scissors in the house, except the kids' old plastic school scissors. I did actually try to use them in desperation one day, but they only cut one hair at a time.

Eventually, the day came when my hair was officially "grown out," and even though I was getting lots of positive feedback, I still wasn't sure if it was the right "'do" for me.

"So what do you think of my new hairstyle?" I asked my daughter one day.

She contemplated my "'do" for several seconds.

"You look like someone who could be the president of the PTA," she finally responded.

I'm sure she meant this in the most positive, mundane, suburban-mom kind of way. This was kind of like the time she told me when I had on a pair of jeans that I had a Mom Butt, which I'm quite certain is not nearly as complimentary as telling someone they have a Victoria's Secret Butt. And while I knew there were plenty of cool, fashionable, self-confident PTA presidents out there, I was pretty sure they were not the ones my daughter was referencing when she made that comment.

Scraping up what was left of my good self-image, I pulled my presidential hair back in a ponytail and then drove directly to the hair salon.

That night, my husband walked in and noticed my new short haircut.

"Lost the battle?" he observed.

"Yes," I said. "By a hair."