For nearly well over a year, I kept my head hairs shaved to a field of mere stubble. A few months ago, I decided it was time to grow out my head fur again—to have my head go for a more hirsute look. The growing season of my head hairs has been as shapeless and tedious as I expected. Recently, I realized my hairs are currently at what I term “Walken-length,” as in Christopher Walken. When one’s hairs are at Walken-length, it is a sure sign from the gods: it is time for me and my pink Bow Tie o’ the Day to schedule a visit to my hair magician, Miss Tiffany. 🤡