When I was in my early twenties, I told a therapist I had stupid-hair. As she leaned back and studied me, her swivel chair gave a little squeak. “Do I have stupid-hair?” She was close to sixty and her short, curly hair looked how I thought it should. Unobtrusive. “No.” She nodded, a silent version of the classic therapist I see. “Does anyone else you know have stupid-hair?” “No,” I admitted. I launched into a description of my daily bouts ...

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