I came to Washington to help my dog Bruiser...and somewhere around the way...I learned a really unexpected lesson. I know what you are thinking---Who's this girl? And what could this simple, small-town girl from Bel Air...have to say to all of us? I'll tell you. It's about something that's bigger

　　than me...or any single act of legislation. This is about a matter that should be at...the highest

　　importance to every American...My hair.

　　There's this salon in Beverly Hills. It's really fancy and beautiful. It's impossible to get an

　　appointment. Unless you're Julia Roberts or from "Friends"...you can just forget it. But one

　　day they called me. They had an opening. So I was going to finally get the chance...to

　　sit in one of those sacred beauty chairs. I was so excited. Then the colorist...gave me

　　Brassy Brigitte instead of Harlow Honey.

　　The shampoo girl washed my hair with spiral perm solution...instead of color-intensive moisturizing shampoo. Finally sylist...gave me a bob...with bangs. Suffice to say,