Day 231
It’s a good thing Halloween is coming up. No one will think too much of the lovely witch-black my hair has become thanks due to contents of the box of Garnier Dark Chocolate. I would have been better off if I had just eaten dark chocolate instead of trying to dye my hair that shade.
Alas … the hair woes continue.
Actually, it’s not so bad … if I was of Native American descent or Aleutian or Elvira … but I am none of those. I’m just glad I didn’t scare my little tutor kid this week!
Why is it that some people feel so compelled to color their hair? I being one of them. WHY? It’s been awhile since my last go at it. One would think I would have called off the experimentation after the peach jello fiasco – where my hair turned out looking like some whipped gelatin concoction from a 1960’s ladies’ luncheon – and yet no … I’m still out there scouring the aisles at Rite Aid or Target or the local grocery store for “just the right shade”. Which, if you haven’t guessed, I have yet to find.
The week before I moved my friend asked me what hair color I was using. And since I hadn’t colored my hair in a good 6 or 10 months I told her it was a natural product … “Nature’s Own 1957”. I don’t think she got it.
I should have left well enough alone. But, it’s only hair. It’ll grow or fade. Eventually. Maybe.
I read in the paper last week that some groomer in my area offers dye jobs … for DOGS. I think that borders on abuse and is quasi-criminal. Shame on people who have nothing better to do than turn their pet poodles into cotton candy confections of pink or purple fluff. The woman went on to say she shaved a dog once to sport a mohawk. Really? Is that necessary? The groomer said that the dog liked it. What – did the dog tell her so?
I don’t get it. It’s bad enough women (and men) feel compelled to erase the gray or go bolder or blonder or redder or more chestnut to feel more youthful. I find it kind of sad … and yet I am sort of a participant as I color to shake things up … and to cover the gray. It’s one thing to play with colors … blues, greens, purples, and the like just for fun … quite another to dye your hair so you feel accepted or younger. What’s wrong with silver? What’s wrong with gray? What’s wrong with mousie-brown?
I think hair is just an accessory and no one should be judged whether they have orange and magenta hair or brown or none. In the grand scheme of things … does it REALLY matter?
Does a short haircut make you more professional or smarter? Do dreadlocks depict that you are from Jamaica? Does long hair mean you are a free spirit and a non-conformist?
I don’t think so. And I really think it shouldn’t matter. I just want my hair to look decent.
I’m still trying.