My name is Lisa and I have a cowlick.
After some research on the origin of the term I’ve decided the silly “cowlick” is preferable to its more scientific term, “whorl”. Saying whorl is too easily misunderstood. Cowlick, while ridiculous and coming from the fact that cows tend to lick their young in a circular fashion, is more specific. A cowlick occurs when a swirl of hair fails to behave the way you want it to. Most cowlicks apparently appear on the crown of the head. I have a rare one – right at the front. Some people go so far as to have cosmetic surgery or electrolysis to remove the offending hair. I’ll just live with mine. I can control it with products and a straightener but if I get sweaty or it’s humid out, the first thing to spring back into formation is my cowlick. And that patch of hair never seems to grow beyond a few inches. If it would grow out, I believe its own weight would keep it straighter. But it refuses. Stubborn like a cow.
After some musing about cowlicks on social media a pal posted this cartoon to illustrate how the mystery occurs. I’m going to accept it as the truth because I like it better than the official version.
