The Power of the Post-Breakup Haircut

There are two kinds of post-breakup girls: the ones who sob into pints of ice cream, and the ones who immediately cut their hair off. I became the second kind. Not right away, of course. First came the crying, then the overanalyzing, and then the moment I caught my reflection and felt. . . embarrassed. Embarrassed that I had stayed and contorted myself to keep someone who didn't deserve me. I didn't want to look like her - the girl who tolerated too much, who knew it wasn't right but stayed anyway. So I booked a haircut. There's something uniquely clarifying about a post-breakup haircut. It's . . .