So, I was going to get my hair cut, no big deal, or so I thought.  I headed over to the hair salon but something felt different from the second I walked in the door. I sat down in the chair and started to chat with my stylist, Kim.

"So, any big plans coming up?" Kim asked casually.
You'd best believe it, Kim! I'm going to go get some tacos after this and watch a marathon of Gossip Girl, I thought to myself. Subconsciously, however,  maybe I really did have some major changes in store.
"Not really," I responded.
"So, what are we doing with your hair today?"
I had planned on just getting a trim but out of nowhere I responded, "Something different." I said with a hint of excitement in my voice.
"Have you had your hair short?"
"No, not even shoulder length."
"Well, how short are you willing to go?" asked Kim.
Instantly I thought of my past pulpy television history and asked, "Did you ever watch Felicity?"
"No, heard of it though," she told me airily.
Come on Kim, really?!  Honestly, who lived through the 90s and hasn't seen the 'angsty' drama-packed show with the girl torn between two guys, who ultimately learns more about who she really by the end of the whole?  If you read that sentence, though, I guess you don't need to.
"Oh, great show from the 90's" I casually reply, hiding my shock and disappointment  as best I could of my hair dresser's lack of pop culture knowledge.   I pulled out my phone and scrolled through some pictures of Keri Russell's infamous haircut for Felicity showing Kim the look.