ME: I want a wig.
TIM: Are you planning a bank heist?
ME: I knew it! I knew you would never support me on this!
TIM: So...you're psychic and out of touch with reality...
ME: What's wrong with wig wearing? What can't I have a wig for when I'm having a bad hair day?
TIM: You can't afford a real human hair wig. You'll never wear it because you'd be too self-conscious. You live in a very hot, dry climate so your head will get too hot and boil your brains. You've been watching too much of Real Housewives of Atlanta...and that makes me so proud of you I just want to pop-and no, I'm being sarcastic. Shall I continue with my reasons?
ME: Yeesh. No!
TIM: What brought this on?
ME: Are you kidding me? Look at this stuff that is considered "hair". It's this stuff right here. It covers my scalp.
TIM: Ahhhh yes. The filament wire sprouting from your cranial pores. What color ARE you working on this week?
ME: Thanks. Thanks for confirming my reasons for getting a wig.
TIM: Please. There are plenty of people with hair far worse than yours.
ME: Name one.
TIM: George Rickles.
ME: He's bald.
TIM: You asked.
ME: Give me another.
TIM: Donald Trump.
ME: I could totally do that with my hair in another couple of weeks. You realize that don't you?
TIM: No need to go follicularly postal. Fine...here's the rant you're seeking. It's hair. It's not YOU. You're underneath it all. It's clean. It's trimmed You've actually received compliments on it. Sure, sometimes you pin it back like some kind of 12 year-old tomboy, but typically it's appropriate when the occasion calls for it. Sometimes I even sense some pride in yourself. Don't get all huffy on me. You're learning to edit...though heaven knows you could use some help in that department. If you're adventurous for change, let it grow, which you know you will, until it makes you crazy and then you will rationalize cutting in back into the neat little cut that you love so much. Who are we kidding with this discussion. Purchase the wig, pull it out for Halloween parties, and I promise to never say, "I told you so".
ME: I hate you for making me love you.
TIM: That wasn't weird at all.