Of course they’re practical. If they weren’t, do you think I’d still be sporting the same one I started wearing in 1988, during my cheerleader days?
It’s just that there comes a point in time where a girl can’t really even PARODY her cheerleader self and the tail has morphed into the ultimate act of sloth because the reality is that changing it now means having to learn to use one of those new fancy curling irons with no gripper thingy to hold the hair right on the heat long term and maybe she’s just too goddamned old for such advanced tech.
OMG thanks for uncovering one more phobia I didn’t realize was plaguing me.
Do you see how I’m looking at you NOW???
Haha good to “see” ya, Jack Herlocker!!