Golden Girls Are Really Silver
There’s a revolution going on in the world right now. It’s not political. It’s not happening in a 3rd world country. It’s bloodless. It concerns something that many of us love or hate, depending on the day and the humidity. It’s our hair, that oftentimes unruly mop of keratinized protein we spend millions of dollars on each year. We shampoo and condition it. We blow it out, Brazilian style. In the 70’s & 80’s we all permed it to look like Sissy from Urban Cowboy, crimped it like Stevie Nicks, and corn-rowed it circa Bo Derek. These days we ombre, balyage, undercut, sideshave, point cut, layer, razor cut, babylight, and even dreadlock it. It is an industry with its own cult favorites. Like the undone bedhead look? You’re an Ahn Co Tran fan along with the likes of Anne Hathaway and Julianne Moore. If you favor a Hollywood “It Girl” look, like Nina Dobrev or Selena Gomez, you hang on every word Riawna Capri says. If you lean toward the avant garde of an undercut pixie, you surely follow Justin Dillaha on social media. Hair is so fickle, too. We all want what we don’t have. My hair is unearthly thick and heavy. I’d give anything for my oldest son’s hair when he went through his long haired country boy phase. His honey colored hair hung in ringlets past his shoulders. Curly girls want it straight. Brunettes want it blonde. It’s an industry with its own vernacular. This summer, the swirly golden dark blonde and light brown color bronde was all the rage. Colorists are posting pics of milky white highlights on a fawn brown base and calling it café au lait. When brown hair gets dark red low lights, the result is referred to as cherry cola. We are mesmerized by hair. I’m no different. Why, just a year ago, I chopped off 12 inches as a donation to a company that makes and gifts wigs to children going through both chemo and alopecia. I was born a black headed baby who became a dark auburn headed child, who once went blonde, but who spent the last post chemo decade as a dark brunette, until recently. A few years ago the grays started creeping around my temples. I stepped up the hair dye protocol. Every 6 weeks became monthly. Monthly became every 2 weeks. Every two weeks became visible grays practically 24 hours from coloring my hair. That’s when I did something that changed the course of my destiny. I googled “gray hair transition”. Drop the mic.
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