Let's face it, women are defined by their hair. When you look at a woman's hair you know immediately who she is....or thinks she is.
When I was in university, every cool girl had long, straight locks with bangs. I had naturally-curly hair and hated it. I actually used to iron my hair on my mother's ironing board to get it straight. One evening, at age 19, as I was preparing to go to a seedy student bar with a bunch of other university (I was going to say "layabout") students, I looked into the mirror and said, "What the hell are you doing trying to straighten your curly hair??!!"
The next day I had it all cut off. And I mean "off". If you are as old as I, you will remember when Mia Farrow appeared in "Peyton Place" with a one-inch haircut. I did the same. It was exhilarating. No longer did I have to compete with the beauties with hair. Hey, if you wanted to date me, you had to "see" me -- not my hair.
Today, look at a woman's face and imagine it without the hairdo. Most will be ugly.
I used to colour my hair, but when I turned 45 I looked into the mirror and said, once again, "What the hell are you doing, Nancy??!!"
When you start turning grey, accept it. Nothing worse than middle-aged women with grey roots and overdone blonde streaks in tired hair.
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ummmm oh oh!
ReplyDeleteOMG: Had not read this one before. You are so right. Even though you do not like my hair at least it is completely natural.
ReplyDeleteI stopped dying it when I was about 55 a few years ago. Any-ho when I was 16 I had a pony tail and guess what I am lazy cause I have a pony tail at 69!!!!!!
You say it as it is Nancy, good for you.
How about hats, highways, and ignorant gate keepers at the RCYC??? Hugs, Moi