With very little encouragement, my hair seems to keep on growing (as hair is wont to do) and I think I can say, with all confidence, that I've now got long hair. Not "Crystal Gayle" long hair, but a length that is respectable enough to be considered longer than chin or shoulder length.

And I'm bored. You can't torture long hair with bleaches and dyes as you can with shorter hair. Well, you can, but it's not all that attractive should something go wrong. I've been there. Hair inadvertently turns green and breaks off in chunks? Shave it all off!

The question forming in my mind is just how long should I let my hair grow?

I was admiring the length of Britney's hair over the weekend.* She was smiling out from the cover of some magazine, her long, flowing, blond locks cresting her silk covered nipples and I thought to myself, "that's a good length."

Alas, it dawned on me that, that the (few) years between us would, if nothing else, mean that my breasts have travelled further south, in the aging migration. I'm not talking National Geographic, but perhaps less than perky.

Gravity's a bitch!