yes ... it appears to be getting that way. (but still, never long enough. i am never pleased. maybe when it reaches my knee-pits and a friend kindly signs me up for an oprah makeover, i'll stop imagining it to be perpetually shorter than i want it to be.)
fact: i love it when my hair is long. love love love it!
other fact: i might not be ladylike enough to handle it.
mostly because whatever i eat seems to end up in my hair. there was that one time i showed up to a church function after (so-i-thought) successfully eating tacos in my car (does anyone else feel like they eat the majority of their meals while driving? i sure do.) anyway i was all proud of myself for not spilling anything on my shirt ... when a friend kindly pointed out, "um, i think you have taco shell in your hair..."
i feel a certain kinship with men with beards. and it's no secret that i'm always looking for a reason to connect w/ bearded men. shrug.
in any case, ima just stick with this advice i found on a lovely little tumblr i follow:
(it probably refers to some trendy-sexy-windblown-teased-up-carefully-unkempt hairstyle, not getting food caught in your hair. or your hair getting caught in the seatbelt. or stuck to a fresh application of lip gloss.