At age 1, I had the standard whale spout (as illustrated by 1-year baby photo). For summer, I usually had a pixie cut. My baby fine poker straight hair just would not cooperate with curlers, so my mom and my aunt had to work hard to make me presentable. During elementary school, my mom would sneak in the middle of the night and put pink rubber rollers in my hair while I was sleeping. In the morning I would have the right side curled up over my ear and the left side drooping to my shoulder…as evidenced by several years of school photos. (sigh….) By high school, everyone had largely given up with the whole needs-to-be-curly idea, and it just sort of hung there. When everyone else had big bubbles of helmet hair with a flip at the bottom, mine…. just hung there. I began to get comments about beatniks. Hmmm….kinda cool! And I was finally allowed to wear bangs! Yay! And then folks music came into fashion –Peter, Paul, and Mary (Mary with poker straight hair) and Joan Baez (with poker straight hair). Woohoo! We were onto something! So I wore pony tails when my family wanted me to look “presentable” (or when it was really hot and humid) and long, straight hair otherwise. A bit later, when a young Cher became a celebrity, I would sculpt the bangs around my face into diamond shapes and hearts as the whim struck. During the big-hair 80s, I managed to braid my long locks while wet and produce a wild kinky effect. Fun!! The long hair was with me for about half a century. It’s a bit shorter now. With a delightful (year, right!) COVid cut (meaning I have been chopping it off myself). But, although I had a modified duck-tail cut in 8th grade, I never had a flattop or a butch!