Unexpectedly, having hedgehog hair impels me to be extra girly from the neck down. The grooming time saved by having short hair is now spent trying to remember to wear jewelry and makeup, and setting out nail polish in strategic locations in the vain hope that someday I'll have half an hour to paint my toenails Vixen or Sangria. One of the advantages of having hedgehog hair, however, is that I feel justified to shop with a fervor I haven't felt since Mom gave me a dollar and set me loose inside Spencer's. Behold one badly-photographed, puke-colored pair of size-eleven, three-inch platform sandals from last weekend's Kenneth Cole outlet, four-pairs-for-a-hundred-bucks, twenty-minute shopping symposium: