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Classic Female Authors On Their Best Hair Day

1. Virginia Woolf


I'm pretty sure Virginia Woolf's hair never actually touched her neck. This is the best of the "I think I'll pin it back today" days that she had approximately every day of her life.

2. Jane Austen




Um, we never see anything but the front 10% of Jane Austen's hair. (Jane Austen replies that it's not like she lived in a whorehouse but this is my post, not hers, so no more of that) Despite the overall cover-up, she curled the front excellently and I don't know how, unless she used those fabric scraps that ladies do in movies. If I tried that with my curling iron THAT close to my forehead, I'd have bright red marks all up in there.

3. George Sand




George Sand looked fabulous 24/7 and I shouldn't have to choose her best day. But we're going with this photo from her later years, because HOW do you even get your hair to do that. That is amazing, and so is George Sand.

4. Zora Neale Hurston



If photos are a good indicator, Zora Neale Hurston wore a hat for 98% of her life (it was the '30s and that's what LADIES did). Here's her doing something. I think she's hitting a drum. And her hair and makeup are on. point.


5. Harper Lee




I'm pretty sure a big reason for Harper Lee's reclusiveness was to avoid things like people analyzing her best hair day, but you cannot hide from the press, ma'am. Also I love this photo; she looks genuinely happy. If I could jump into any photo with any author, it'd be this one. And then we'd hang out with Truman Capote and talk about how Atticus is the best. But look at her HAIR and how nicely it's falling over to the left -- fantastic job, Ms Lee.

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