I washed and styled my hair yesterday. It's always a big production, this turning of curly hair into some semblance of a straight style. When I finally finished, I barely even looked at myself in the mirror. I just turned off the appliances, breathed a sigh of relief, and left the mirror.
A few hours later, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair looked... familiar. I stared. And then it dawned on me. I had Keith Partridge hair.
Instead of heating up the appliances and starting over, I just hummed "I Think I Love You" and left the room. After all, I would much rather look like Keith Partridge than Danny Partridge any day.