While Lauren blow dried my hair straight, I apologized out loud to my curls, it’s not that you’re not beautiful it’s not that I don’t love you I’m just taking a break for a night. The curls behind each of my ears lasted past the initial blow dryer blast. ‘My little survivors’ I cooed fondly. I love my hair. It feels like a betrayal to straighten it, even only once a year as a novelty.