26 July 2006
i've been a user of hair coloring off and on since high school. and that's been about the most daring thing i've done. no piercings, no tatoos, no smoking, etc, etc. but i am, to an extent, a hair chameleon. (though in the interest of full disclosure even that isn't quite as rebellious as it sounds since it's always of the "28 shampoos" variety and a safety shade has been identified in case things go awry and i wind up green a' la anne.)
as the Decade of Bad Hair (1991-2001) drew to a close, hair dye provided a pleasant reprieve. i was red at senior prom, orange at graduation, mulberry sophomore year of college (the bargain bin is a harsh mistress, my friends. never trust her when it comes to hair colorant). it's why, since the hellaciousness of a particular production experience last year, nearly every deadline after has been commemorated with a new shade of dark brownness.
way back when, there was a summer of a lot of placebo and velvet goldmine and black nail polish and glamness. and i so wanted to dye my hair black, but i didn't. because it would make my mum- who is of the opinion that nice ladies don't color their hair, much less color it unnatural colors- frown. and she would have seen me on a regularish basis at the time so i would have been frowned at regularly and that's no fun. well, today i went- because i got in a mood and the market had only three shades, one blonde, one my safety and then- "midnight noir." it turned out interestingly- part marilyn manson, part monica geller. and really all i ask is to be interesting.
my mum doesn't know about "midnight noir," so the frowning has yet to begin. but i'm impetutous when the "i need hair of a different color" impulse strikes. and while i have sense enough to go for the black instead of the blonde, other things don't get fully thought through. so it wasn't until after a ha ha over having followed the hair path of britney spears that i remembered my mum is coming to town. in a mere 19 shampoos. echoing the moral that would have been drawn from the life of belle watling had craig brewer made gone with the wind: it's hard out here for a dyed haired woman.