Tuesday, September 15, 2015
LOVE IS BLONDE
Lately, I've seen a lot of blog posts from women my age embracing their gray. Personally, I think gray hair can look very pretty. I'm partial to a silver mane worn in a sleek bob, or a white spiky crop paired with bold-colored earrings. In African-American women, I'm a fan of the very short cut with a natural curl accented by an intricate earring. Of course, many are going to say I'm missing the point. Women aren't going gray to be fashionistas. They are rejecting the dye as a way of rejecting fashion standards imposed upon us by a patriarchal society obsessed with youthful beauty in women.
All righty, then. Look, I've been an unapologetic bleached blonde since I was 16 years old and used my Christmas money to buy a box of Miss Clairol at the drug store down the street. I had to wait until my parents went out to a New Year's Eve party before I dyed my hair. They were furious when they saw me the next morning, but it was worth their outrage. It was even worth going to school after Christmas break and watching the other girls talk about me behind their hands. When my best friend expressed her dismay thusly, "Susan! I'm so disappointed in you. Only bad girls bleach their hair," I told her I just couldn't help it. I had to do it!