O, Super

I've had this new haircut for just over two weeks now. I know I haven't posted a picture of it, and I probably won't, but let me just say that it's very shaggy. Very towel-and-go. Very, as my brother described it yesterday, Laurie Anderson.

Last Thursday, when I was at work, my Lady announced out of the blue that she thought it "has a certain quality the French would call insouciance."

Now, English happens to have caught this word directly from the French. It's a word with which I am familiar. A word I've passed around. A word I don't stumble over if I come across it in a book. But in regards to my new haircut...?

I looked it up just to be sure.

Here's what my good old New Webster's had to say:

in-sou-ci-ance n. carefree indifference. e.g. for what other people will think about one's behavior.

Hm. In other words, Ms. Golightly: It looks like you don't care what people think it looks like.

Was that a backhanded compliment, do you think? Do you think that means she thinks it looks like hell? Or do you think I need to stop thinking quite so much about my words?

Ah well. From what I hear, language is just a virus from outer space, anyway.

Maybe, someday, I'll get over it.