Of all the skills one might have expected to possess a competent grasp of by adulthood, ‘brushing your hair’ seems like a pretty low bar to clear, hovering somewhere between wiping your own botty and tying your shoelaces.
And yet, some of us functioning (honest!) grown-ups have made it this far without the presence of a hairbrush as a faithful steed. We refuse to tame our tresses. We don’t own straightening irons and use hairdryers only to speed up our DIY manis. We are the Great Unbrushed.
