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    Departure of the Unrequited

    I met a man in a bar in Madrid. He was an Englishman visiting town to watch his favorite football team play a game. We compared accents, of course, and debated the definition of "ranch dressing" -- is it a dip, or a way of describing what a cowboy wears? He remarked on the straightness of my teeth. Months later, while sitting at a bar top in Monaco, a German bartender would dub us a "classic Anglo-American love story."

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    Why I Quit My Curly Hair Journey

    I’ve struggled with my curly hair all my life. First, the challenge was coming to grips with the fact that I had curly, brown hair when every pretty pop star had straight, blond hair. Second, trying to tame it and figure out how to wear it: mountains of gel and hairspray for a crispy hold was the only look I could go for in the early 2000s. I have distinct memories of my siblings and cousins teasing me about my hair, of going swimming with friends and being too afraid to get my hair wet, of standing in front of the mirror crying until my mom blow-dried it straight. I…