It's not easy when someone pulls your ponytail.
When I'm not working, I spend a lot of time on my hair. When it's time for my hair to get some rest, I either wear it in a ponytail, bun or my favorite "milkmaid" braid.
I had my hair in a ponytail and looked my trademark exhausted.
I like wet hair and sweatpants. I like sneakers and ponytails.
Yeah, I love ponytails. I'm a wash-and-go girl. But, oh yeah, I like to whip it.
No one recognizes me. And I hope that I can always go out without being recognized. Maybe that limits you in some way but I like to be able to pull my hair back in a ponytail and get groceries without anyone noticing.
At 62, I remain clean and sober and my ponytail remains erect.
You rarely get a convincing lecture on playing to your strength from a bald guy with a ponytail.
I was always the girl who wore the mismatching socks, frizzy hair, ponytail I wouldn't take out for a week, and cutoff jean shorts that were at my knees.
I would always wear basketball jerseys and have my hair in a ponytail.
It's so mental how I looked in the '90s. The fact that I thought my ponytail was a good thing - it was just terrible. Cutting it off was so monumental.
