There comes a time in every girl's life where she learns to accept her hair for what it is. When I was younger, actually in first grade to be exact, I remember saying that I wanted "brown wavy hair." Well, when puberty hit, my straight black hair gradually turned wavy. Gave me a whole new meaning on the saying: "Be careful what you wish for!" I said I wanted wavy, not frizzy!
Anyway, during my teen years I discovered getting your hair blown straight. I did it a lot. Also I did it myself occasionally but it was a real chore. Once I even used a mild relaxer. Recently I discovered the Chi ceramic flattening iron. That thing is magic. I could wash my hair at night - air dry my hair and spend 20 minutes in the morning running the Chi through it. It really does wonders. However too much straightening always damages your hair so I don't do it as often as I used to.
I do different hairstyles once in a while, sometime I set it in rollers, sometimes I have it straight and most of the time I have it natural. Like I said earlier, there comes a time (some later than sooner) where you learn to accept, if not like your hair. And after years of fighting it, I have to say I have come to accept my unruly locks. Guess it may be a matter of just finally learning how to deal and what products to use, etc.