{"id":131,"date":"2006-05-11T12:06:49","date_gmt":"2006-05-11T12:06:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=131"},"modified":"2006-11-27T19:27:00","modified_gmt":"2006-11-27T19:27:00","slug":"not-the-hair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/05\/11\/not-the-hair\/","title":{"rendered":"not the hair"},"content":{"rendered":"

He tells me my hair looks funny and then ….it’s on.<\/em> I want to say I hate his jacket and who looks good in orange anyway? I don’t. Instead I give him the look<\/em> and ask “Why would you say that?”. <\/p>\n

“Because I love you.” <\/p>\n

How do you argue with ‘I love you’, even when you’re mad and know it’s just a cover up? I tell him he should be dressing naked women. He says don’t temp him. <\/p>\n

The job would suit him. He pays more attention to what I wear than I do. Things like this: <\/p>\n

“Those earrings are too dramatic.”
\n“The shoes. No.”
\n“This cut’s more flattering.”<\/p>\n

My sister has a polar opposite. She once dressed in paint splattered sweatpants for a dinner party with a bazillionaire….just to see if her he<\/em> would notice. He did. Said she looked great. “Whatever. Let’s go.” <\/p>\n

Fair enough, she’s hot as hot. And he<\/em> wore a ‘If you ain’t wasted you done it wrong, Class of ’93’ T-shirt to his own baptism. (It was white.) But even my sister couldn’t pull off painted joggers over fine wine and truffles.<\/p>\n

She says I’m lucky. I say she is. We envy one another, and deep down know we’re both right.<\/p>\n

Gentlemen, listen up. A man who knows the value of a pair of red French soles is a good one. But sometimes, we really don’t want to know how we look, even when we ask. <\/p>\n

Get it? Got it? Good. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

He tells me my hair looks funny and then ….it’s on. I want to say I hate his jacket and who looks good in orange anyway? I don’t. Instead I give him the look and ask “Why would you say that?”. “Because I love you.” How do you argue with ‘I love you’, even when<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-131","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=131"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}