I thinking it says something about you when you are walking with a friend through a hotel lobby and suddenly stop and have to ask her if you remembered to comb your hair. I think it says something about your hair when your friend has to stare at it intently for a minute or so trying to decide. I think it says something about you that you have to ask the question in the first place. And no, I’d rather not know what it says. Ignorance is bliss.