you can't feed a child sheet music. i suppose you could, but they'd be dead in a month.

The hair.

THE HAIR. 

I know I picked on mostly NCAA girls last time, but rest assured, the problem does not solely lay within the collegiate ranks.  It transcends borders.

Case in point:

Nicole Hibbert.

I'm not going to lie.  I teared up a little bit while watching the team final for this year's Euros.  GB was so excited, the commentators were so excited, I was excited.  It was one of the first exciting team finals in a long time, and they absolutely deserved their placement.

But this...

THIS!

I'm a Jew, I have a lot of hair.  So the difficulties involving thick buns are not lost on me (hint: LOTS of pins and scalp pain.) 

It's not the Parkette's cornrows.  They're tacky, but whatever, they work.  They keep hair out of the face, and that is always good.  What kills me is the mile-high bun on top of the head.  Aside from turning a very pretty girl (Hibbert is gorgeous, for the record) into one of my pre-makeover gymnastics barbies, doesn't it also, like, eff with her aerodynamics?  It's like if I tried to vault while wearing one of Lady Gaga's top hats on my head.

It would be significantly harder, I would think.

And that's all I have to say about that.