I have longish hair that takes forever and ever to dry. It’s super thick and just hangs limp and gross, and overall is not awesome to try and do anything with. Mostly I just let it dry and hope for the best. Or wear a hat. Or both.
A few weeks ago, the Alanator inquired as to why I don’t put my hair up in one of those towel turbans when it’s wet. That’s when I told him that I didn’t know how, and that I assumed that things like that only happen in movies, because that’s the only place where I’d ever seen this phenomenon. And then he mocked me for a week or two.
Was this one of those things that was taught to young girls at some super-secret girly-girls-only sleepover that I wasn’t privy to? Not that I would have wanted to attend something like that regardless, but I’m wondering what else I might have missed out on. I’m pretty terrible with putting on makeup and choosing clothing, were these taught as well, or are these life skills that I should have magically learned by osmosis?
Oh well. I was part of super-secret clubs as well. I’d tell you what I know that you don’t, but most of it is bovine-related and not really useful in my present-day life. And if anyone else out there don’t know how to make a towel turban, there’s a wiki for that.
the only place i’ve ever seen someone wearing a towel turban is on 80′s chick flicks, and on alan’s head, by his request, after having watch said 80′s chick flicks as a kid. he tried to get me involved, but they hurt, and force you to keep your head level. tell alan i said he’s a gaymo, and his lady styles are out of date.
I will demonstrate the towel turban when I see you. Its not something I learned, cause mom’s never had long hair. It was just sorta a wing-it attempt and it worked.
Learning comes out of experimentation, and experimentation comes out of desire. There might be the girly-girls clubs who assist with things like that… and usually they all look exactly the same as a result. Granted, I made friends with one girl in grade nine who was a makeup expert, and she helped a bit but still… mostly experimentation, for most girls I think.
The only person I ever did make up on was my mom’s biker boyfriend when I was like ten. I turned him into a drag queen. It was fun. That’s about my only experience.
I do the towel turban daily, otherwise my stupid thick hair drips forever! I think I learned it from my Mom.