I found that out the hard way when Sister Louise called my parents to report my magenta Manic Panic streaks were simply unacceptable. Then came my refusal to brush my hair. This time, Sister Louise didn’t need to call my house, I knew something had to be done. That’s when I met my first Wet Brush. Though my hair is now a colour Sister Louise would approve of, it’s still as unruly as it was in high school.
Source: The Star October 17, 2019 18:22 UTC