Locks of Love always reminds me of this (mostly irrelevant) high school story. Feel free to skip.
Each year, the town's Rotary Club gives out four scholarships. One senior is chosen for a small amount of cash from each of the three high schools (town high school, town Catholic high school, and regional vocational high school). Then, one of those three receives a second larger scholarship after "Rotary Meet and Greet Night" - dinner with the Rotary Club, each school's principal talks about their candidate, and each student answers questions in an open forum about their interests and plans. For my year of graduation, I was the candidate from our high school. The Catholic HS candidate skipped the Meet and Greet for a basketball game, which didn't go over too well. The vocational candidate was this girl Emily who I knew from middle school. We were friends for a while and I refused to take her virginity, which she was desperately trying to give away for some reason. We remained friends for a short while until she started telling mutual friends that I wasn't interested in girls since I wouldn't touch her. So one morning during English class while our substitute teacher was out of the room, I announced that Emily had finally lost her virginity - to her cousin (true story, she told me herself in confidence). She very much so hated me after that.
Anyway, here we are at this Rotary scholarship thing essentially competing against each other. My principal talks me up, then I get to stand on stage and chat with the eldery Rotary Club folks. One old woman didn't have a question, but wanted to compliment me on my nice hair (which was/is about 2 feet long). Aw, how sweet of her. Everyone has a good chuckle about that, things go fine overall, and I sit. Next up is Emily and her principal. The FIRST thing out of her principal's mouth is "Emily asked me not to mention this, but I just HAVE to! This very afternoon, Emily went to her hairdresser and got her waist-long hair cut off to donate to Locks of Love! *Looks directly at me* Emily is ALWAYS thinking of charity before herself!"
I began to rise from my seat, ready to point at her and yell "Yeah, but she's a COUSIN F'er!", but I stayed quiet. For the better, apparently, since even her new butch haircut couldn't save her from bumbling questions about wanting to go to beauty school and I wound up with the scholarship. Every time I see or hear "Locks of Love", I feel compelled to retell this story. Sorry
