It's a conundrum that has plagued the nation: why, oh why, can't I get a hairdo that doesn't resemble a bird's nest after a hurricane?
Is it the incompetence of my stylist, or the sheer terror of the wind that blows through my locks?
Perhaps it's the curse of the '80s, when my mother let me get a perm.
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