"Mm-hmm. Be careful where you go with this one, Brooks." |
Anyway, the other day I was on the bus, minding my own business and letting my mind wander as most people do, thinking of what I will say if I'm ever attending a red carpet event and I get stopped by a fashion reporter; "Oh this? Sheila, the tuxedo ensemble I'm wearing this evening is from the Luis Groupôn spring collection. It has a GPS, Wi-Fi and 38 different modular components, if you count the underwear, which I do. And on top of all that, yes, it is very shiny." That's when I overheard a fellow passenger, an African-American woman, describing to her companion how she wanted her stylist to do her hair. "Rectangles! I want it all in rectangles!" This confused me a great deal. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what she meant. Did she mean a pattern of rectangles all across her head, like a lopsided checkerboard pattern? Or did she mean three-dimensional rectangular sculptures, like the goal line pylons on a football field?
Like this, only more of them, on a human head |
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