<p>This article resonated with me and I wanted to share it:</p>
<p><a href=“http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/01/21/AR2006012100092.html[/url]”>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/01/21/AR2006012100092.html</a></p>
<p>"Hair is one of what I call the Big Three that mothers and daughters critique (the other two are clothing and weight). Many women I talked to, on hearing the topic of my book, immediately retrieved offending remarks that they had archived, such as, “I’m so glad you’re not wearing your hair in that frumpy way anymore”; another had asked, “You did that to your hair on purpose?” Yet another told her daughter, after seeing her on television at an important presidential event, “You needed a haircut.”</p>
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<p>Everytime I make the trek to St. Louis to see my mom or visit my son at school, she makes a comment about my hair. I foil my hair blonde and am naturally brown so my mom without fail is always spotting my roots and telling me how dark my hair has become. I’ve found myself making an effort to schedule hair appointments before I go in order to avoid the dreaded hair comments. I even send “hair reports” to my husband to let him know if she has commented or not. </p>
<p>The article is not all about hair - it touches on deeper issues between mothers and daughters that is enlightening and reassuring. I think I will read the book since I am embroiled in my own mother/daughter struggles with a soon to be sixteen year old. She has my mother’s personality and beautiful red hair (which I almost never critique) so it makes life interesting.</p>