I fried my hair with a curling iron until I could see smoke. I used chemical straighteners, a process that caused my hair to break off. Finally, a hairdresser had the good sense to tell me it was time to get out of the '80s. He suggested I let my layers grow out and buy a diffuser. My hair now is all one length and, while still a challenge, it's easier than it's ever been.
Humid days are still hell.
But I'd rather be compared to Elaine on Seinfeld than a clown. Big chance of this happening with my hair type. I'd wash my hair at night and sleep with a stocking cap on to try to flatten it out. Or, I'd spend hours pulling it straight with a curling iron and hairdryer. From Northern to Central to Southern California, to Kentucky to Texas, I've come to accept, even like, my hair.