The Girl with Green Hair

Between the conservative suits of Washington, DC, the charcoal pants, the long black coats hiding lightly starched shirts and respectable ties, walked a girl with green hair. It was punk-rock green, the kind I saw in London, the kind I saw in high school. She had light, faded thrift-store jeans, and a short coat that clashed with her green hair (though I forget what color the coat was). No one had yet told her what everyone in Washington, DC knows. For the cause, for the campaign the last thing anyone needs is a coat that is not black. We need long black coats to cover our flawless suits. We need good posture, smooth faces for men and tasteful makeup for women. We need immaculate shoes that will never go out of style but bought new every time. We need tans without wrinkles and Hollywood teeth.

We need stylish hair of natural-looking colors. Certainly not green hair.

(Thank you for looking a little bit different, girl with green hair.)