on hair and snack foods and other meaningful choices in life

When I was 15, I really wanted to dye my hair purple. And I was convinced that I would, as soon as I left home for the mythical bliss that is college. Of course, by that time, I realized that purple hair really wasn't all it's cracked up to be (which is very little to begin with, truth be told). In fact, lots of things my parents wouldn't allow weren't really all that awesome.*

Today's newly discovered example? Kudos. Sure, they've got chocolate, and they were a great lunchroom trade back in the day. But they kind of taste off. Like some rice krispy treat accidentally fell in the granola machine. In a bad way.

So, to all my angsty teenage readers out there (and I know there are a great many), consider your parents' opinions. They may not be discipline so much as good taste. I'm much happer as a brunette who eats Nature Valley granola bars, thank you very much.

*except for the drinking. **

** just kidding mom and dad.

Comments

[paul]

You should dye your hair purple now, poseur.

[wonky]

kudos i'm yours!