Hair can be a such a huge part of one’s identity; I, for one, enjoy the fact that I can imitate my pseudo-medieval feminist paradise fantasies in follicular form, and the fact that I learned to braid hair at the age of eighteen communicates, I think, quite a lot. And that’s not even touching on the political implications of hair, especially African-American hair. But it’s hard to ask other people about their own journeys with their hair, because I tend to assume that I’m the only one who cares about such things and it’s also a little impolite. But today’s selection is a whole book of such reflections! Glorious!