quit rubbing my hair

I have short hair. You know this. I blog this. I feel its a good look for me, its low maintenance and it gives me an excuse to take scissors to my head for "a trim" when I get the hunkering for it. However, my short hair is somehow like a pregnant belly that people feel they have the right to touch without asking or acknowledging that I might not want them to.


Here are the people that touch my hair:


1) Women in the bathroom or the elevator: "You're hair is so sweet. Do you just love it?"

This is usually done while they have their hands on each side of my hair framing my face. I fear they might pinch my cheeks next and ask me when I got boobies.

2) Men who think I'm one of the boys: I like to play football and (as demonstrated in this picture from the weekend) don't mind getting dirty. But why do guys feel the need to rub my head in a "hey sporto" kind of way. I'm sorry you didn't have a little brother growing up, but I am not it.


3) Children who find me adorable: I see lots of women with short hair. Many are even grandmas, but kids rub my hair as if they've never seen it before. Its like I'm a puppy. Okay, I kind of like this one... well, unless their hands are sticky. Then, yuk.