Oh, man. "Hair as black as mine" and "skin as pale as mine" always made me roll my eyes. Yes, Anita, we get that you're a raven-tressed alabaster princess to whom no one can compare. Once was enough.

And is it really necessary to explain, every damn time some specimen of man-candy ties back his luscious locks, that when he turns around it "spoils the illusion of short hair"?