the nagging price of conformity

Today I am chafing against the conformities of trying to look presentble in the business world. I just wasted a few hours getting my hair cut into a sleek bob. Eh, it looks tidy enough and it will be slightly less sleek in my typical wash-and-go fashion, but I am longing to let it grow long and grey, weave in some blue and purple stripes, and wear a simple braid down my back.

Whose hair is it anyway?