The title pretty much sums it up. I made a vlog, my first one, and I talked about turning 23.
Also, here’s a picture of myself clubbing with the Easter Bunny on my birthday.
(I’m not following the NaBloPoMo prompt today.)
To me, haircuts are a religious experience. For 1-2 hours (at least with my hair!), I get to escape from the insanity of my world and let someone else pamper me. When you’re stressed to the max, there is no greater feeling than having someone scrub your scalp, massage your follicles, and make you feel pretty again.
Today was no exception.
I’ve literally given up on my hair lately, and today I had no product in it, it was pulled back into a ponytail, and I just didn’t care.
Before haircut bliss
I feel a lot sexier now, a lot less stressed, and a lot more confident. I’m a new person.
How do haircuts make you feel?
Today, I became a woman.
In our over-sexualized society, it almost seems taboo to discuss women who have not been altered in some way, shape, or form. I cannot think of a single woman who has never done anything to her body that adds to its sexuality. Whether it be putting on lipgloss, shaving, getting one’s eyebrows waxed, or dying one’s hair, women are regularly altering their bodies.
In today’s society and culture, altering one’s skin tone and hair color is thought of as normal. I am a pale skinned, auburn haired ginger. When I “get some sun,” I turn a lovely shade of crimson red. My hair has never been touched by chemicals, and although it’s changed in textures over the years naturally, I’ve never done anything to it but gotten it cut…. until today.
Me this morning
I had a coming of age of sorts today. I’ve toyed around with the idea of adding color to my hair for about a year now, but I’ve been terrified to do so because I have UNIQUE and BEAUTIFUL hair. I’ve been conditioned to think that if I dye it once, I’ll be changing my hair color forever. Today, as a result of my unquenchable thirst to do something drastic lately, I got highlights in my hair. I feel like I can be considered a grown woman now, or at least by society’s standards.
It turned out a little bit more blonde than I anticipated, but as my sis put it, I “look sort of like Ginger Spice.” I think Geri Halliwell post-Spice Girls looks really awesome, and I kind of love my hair.
It’s going to take some time to get used to, but I’m definitely happy I followed through with it and added some more “sass” to my “ginger.”
Sitting in the parking lot of my hair salon, listening to Lady Gaga’s “Hair”
I also got my eyebrows done, bought some new makeup and fake nails for the NOH8 Photoshoot I’m helping with tomorrow, and have enjoyed some iced peach green tea. Sometimes, a little self-pampering makes all the difference in the world. I know pampering myself always puts me in a wonderful mood.
I feel like that’s what the receptionist was thinking when I called my salon just now. I’ve been going to the same lady for a few years, and I recently decided it was time to go CRAZY and get highlights in my hair. While this may not seem like that big of a deal to 73% of the female population of the world, it’s a HUGE deal to me. I take great pride in my hair (it’s naturally a unique shade of auburn), and I’ve never considered adding color to it until this year.
Maybe I’m going through an extreme case of senioritis.
Maybe I’m looking for a complete change from my life these past few years.
Maybe I just want to do a WILD and CRAZY thing before I graduate in May and have to become a real live adult (sort of).
I actually wanted to add teal streaks to my hair in September, but then teal and neon pink streaks became a fad and I became over it. (I don’t like to do what everybody else does. Once something becomes “cool,” I’m over it.)
Soooo deciding to chop off my hair and go back to bob status, as well as adding color to it, is an extremely big deal to me. I could go all English major on all of you and say how chopping off my hair is a sign of my rejection of societal conceptions of femininity, or I could lie and say I want to “gay it up” with short, funky hair, but the truth of the matter is I’m lazy. I’m sick of taking 40 minutes to straighten my hair every day. I want to be able to straighten it in 20. I want bangs again because bangs are stylish without trying. I want color because it’s something I’ve never ever done before, and, like many things in my life this year, I realize if I don’t do it now, I never will.
So, yes, receptionist, I’ve never had anything done to my hair before. I’ve never colored it. I have no clue what sort of highlights I’m getting, and I have no clue what color will be put in my hair. (That’s up to my stylist. I trust her with my life.) Take my phone call, schedule my appointment, and go on your merry way.
It’s all going down on Tuesday afternoon. I’m skipping class for it. Wish me luck!
This is The Bob I’m going back to. I miss it.