'Cause my mom is awesome

Nate Hopewell at Diamond St. in Lancaster is also awesome.

Putting stuff on your head makes men think you're an artist.

A few months ago, I was sitting outside a Red Cross RV waiting for my turn to get stabbed in the arm a few times by an incompetent phlebotomist, when I started chatting with a lovely young fellow who happened to be sitting next to me. Upon being asked if I had any hobbies, I told him that I enjoy drawing.
"Yeah, I can tell," he said. When I expressed my confusion, he gestured to my hat (a multicolored knit thing that is really quite unattractive) and said that I have style; I look artistic. Since then, I have noticed other people making similar comments linking my affinity for putting ugly knit things on my head and my desire to rub bits of burnt wood against paper.
For example: a few weeks ago, I was at my mom's house wearing a floppy grey hat, when Jim (my mom's fella) pointed at it and said "That's your art hat." I don't know what that means, but okay.
I have also heard menfolk talking about girls who put other shit on their heads; evidently, clipping feathers into your hair or wearing those horrid '70s inspired headbands makes you come off as "creative." I personally don't quite get the connection, but that could be due to my lack of a Y chromosome.

My dad has something on his head.
Does that make him an artist?

Now, I would just like to say that I am not, in fact, an artist, despite what you may infer from my hats. I just like drawing. It's a thing I do because I enjoy it, and I am not very good at it. Allow me to reiterate; I am not an artist. And I would be willing to bet that the girls who buy those two dollar clip on feather hair things aren't terribly artistic either. So what exactly is it that makes putting stuff on your head so, er, creative? Does this concept only apply to women? And why don't baseball caps count? Or perhaps all truckers are secretly "creative types."
I have a very good friend who is an artist. A real one, I mean, who makes his living creating art. He is rarely seen with things on his head, unless it is very cold, in which case he wears those snazzy foldable earmuff things. Also, I knew a girl in high school who was extremely creative, and I cannot recall her ever wearing things on her head. That isn't to say that artists never wear hats; Van Gogh had a thing for hats, if his self portraits are to be taken as a representation of reality. However, Van Gogh also purportedly had a thing for giving parts of his face to prostitutes named Rachel. I think what I'm getting at here is that it is ridiculous to make assumptions regarding a person's ability to make art based on his or her decision to put stuff on his or her head. On a different note, being the only girl in a class of about 40 people is super uncomfortable, especially when the professor keeps making disparaging comments about us ladies. Happy new semester everybody!