Why do people care so much about other people’s hair? The other day, I got my hair done, as many people do every so often, and suddenly I became worthy of being fawned over. I didn’t change my makeup, or my clothes, or my personality, or anything, just freshened up my hairstyle. People are always surprised to see I have my hair cut into an actual style. I just pull it back every day because I go to work to WORK and I don’t give a crap about attracting people there. I have literally seen people wearing fake eyelashes to work. Why the heck would you wear fake eyelashes to go earn minimum wage cleaning fitting rooms? Who are you hoping to meet?
Anyway, I like when I get a haircut and people ask me if I’ve ever cut it before. No, I have never cut it, it only grows as long as my upper back, unfortunately, but such is life. And I love this one–when I get highlights, people who saw me the day before will ask if that’s my natural color. Yes, my hair has a tendency to randomly change to a lighter color overnight. I’m not sure what’s worse, the question itself, or the fact people feel comfortable asking a question like that. And it’s usually men who ask that one.
I have… sorta curly hair? If I didn’t take care of it I’d probably look like a crazy cavewoman. And for some reason, people take curly–or God forbid frizzy–hair as a personal affront to themselves, as though it’s contagious and you’ll make it grow out of their heads if you don’t fix it right away. Why don’t they just look the other way then if the danger is so great? So when I get it styled and straightened and lightened, everyone likes me. Yet the joy drains from their face when they ask me if it’s going to turn curly again and I tell them yes. Their pity would almost warm my heart if it weren’t an implication that I look like shit the rest of the time.
I fire this off at midnight, crouched over my computer like the cavewoman that I am, dreading the dirty looks and demeaning questions come the morning….