Being Noticed

While walking into work yesterday see extremely thin, tallish young woman--obviously a model--carrying her portfolio and pushing greasy hank of hair off her face and, naturally, looking none too pleased about it. Feel sorry for her (have momentary thought--thankfully surpressed--to tell her that if she is going to a casting she really ought to not have such grim expression.) Have conceited thought that own hair much more suited to weather--not to mention cuter. Unfortunately, change in look not noticed at all, even though attend two meetings and run into several dozens of people in the halls and in the elevator. At very end of day when as am leaving, Libby says merely in slightly accusatory tone, You Cut Your Hair.