Hats.

I have this hat... It's a hat from the late 80's.

It was my grandfathers. . .

Till one day when I was a Jr. in high schoo

l I decided it would be a good idea to bleach my own hair.

Needless to say that didn't turn out well.

Not only did it turn out that my hair looked awful...

that night in a frantic desperate hunt I realized something awful:

I, Hillary Ivie, did not own a single hat.

While it's true, I owned some of the greatest Bennie's you could possibly think of,

I didn't own a single normal hat.

I had never had a bad hair day to the point I needed to cover it up with something.

Let alone a logo'd, off color'd, brimed, thing that made my head hot.

But I needed one that day.

So.

My grandpa gave me one of his old ones.

And to sum up this (back round) story, I love this hat.

I now also own three other hats.

Alright.

ONTO WHY I'M WRITING

A few nights ago I was watching a movie and laughing much harder whenever one character spoke, compared to the others.

Why was that, I wondered.

Why was this character so much funnier,

than the other characters who were cracking just as many jokes.

Then I realized...

he was wearing a hat.

And how not only was HE wearing a hat...

But some of my most favorite characters...

wear hats...

fantastic hats at that.

Even Villains need a good hat

So other than the villain thing, I'm pretty sure due to my exposure of needing a hat to hide a desperately horrid hair do, and how hilarious I thought that situation was in the moment... I believe I'm conditioned to think that:

Hats=Slightly funnier than everyone else.

Because I mean really... if they got so desperate to the point of wearing THAT HAT.... think about how bad what is under that hat is...