I’m struggling to brush my hair. When I brush it, my wrists, elbows and shoulders throb with pain. I don’t have beautifully straight hair. I have boofy, unpredictable, curly hair. Very similar to the one said Sarah Jessica Parker. And my hair is getting long – well past the bottom of my shoulder blades long. Too compound matters I only wash my hair twice a week – once if I can get away with tying it back. So by the time it gets to the brushing stage after I’ve washed it, it is one matted mess. The brushing process brings me to tears. So now I have taken to my husband bushing my hair. Every time he does so he (lovingly) informs me that he has brushed dogs’ hair less matted than mine! (?) But I can’t keep asking him to brush my hair. Why? – you ask. Because I’m a woman – a makeup, skirts, jewellery, nail polish, kind of woman. I like to look pretty. And my husband likes it that I’m this kind of woman. It doesn’t make me feel womanly to have him brush the dog hair. Each time I lose a sense of my woman’s pride. Sometimes, during my lunch break, I do pay the local hairdresser to wash and blow wave my hair (A$7.50), but the minute my hair feels a droplet of moisture it is back to the frizz. Now, I find myself at a crossroads – do I chemically straighten my hair to ease my pain and address my pride? What do you think?