The literal translations of the French expression “ras le bol” means “shave the bowl.” Pronounced “RALL BULL,” the French say this to express “That’s it, I can’t take it anymore.” My elegant Parisian friend Nicole explained the origin of the phrase: someone having a haircut with a bowl on his head, a cut that is going none too well and thus the command to shave the bowl.
I reached “ras le bol” yesterday after not having had a haircut for nearly a year. My extreme youth means I need to wait my turn for the vaccine until summer, and I thought I could be patient until then and endure my long, stringy, witchy locks.
My late sister made a living for a time as a hair stylist, and I still have her shears. I’ve never used them, but they are razor sharp even after all this time. Fed up, I took them to my wild mane and chopped off at least 8 inches. Don’t look too closely at the hatchet job.
It felt like an unburdening, and gave me a sense of fortitude to wait until I can see and hug friends, take a hike in the local hills, go out without worrying, and resume mundane pleasures like browsing the library shelves.
What about you? Have you had any “ras le bol” moments lately, either Covid related or not? And what did you do if so?