I know it's entirely possible that the world has bigger problems than my hair (record temperatures, polar ice caps melting, the acidification of the oceans, a "liberal" president appointing the Vice President of the the most evil corporation on earth as a special advisor to the FDA, the politically motivated witch hunts in supposed "first world country" I live in, a presidential candidate that would upturn Roe vs. Wade leading us back to the dark ages of basement-clinic coat-hanger abortions. I could go on. Real problems.).
However...okay, a however is actually hard to come up with. Sometimes I feel like I should really just post about super serious topics, if only to be able to call myself a serious person, or ease the nagging of my conscience. That, of course, is vanity. I'm not just a serious person. And neither are you. I bet even Bill McKibben is not just a serious person. I bet he likes a good joke. Some rhythmic music. He might even like to dance, or at least tap his foot enthusiastically. Maybe he reads comic books. And while I'm relatively sure he does not worry about his hair too much, having little, I'm sure he'd understand. Perhaps he looks up tips for how to style a balding head online.
So here I am, posting about my hair. If you're read any of my hair-related posts, you know that I have a kind of schizophrenic relationship with it. I have little care for it: I hate washing my hair, use no products, find long hair kind of unappetizing as a concept, but at the same time fret over its appearance, wish it was nicer, shinier, less curly. I contemplate cutting it short, buying a straightening iron, some product to make life easier.
Last fall I dyed my bangs green (and blue and turquoise and prism colors...) and loved it, but the maintenance proved to be a problem. They needed frequent re-touching and looked totally ridiculous when they got wavy.
There's still the tiniest shade of blonde on the tips of my bangs, but I pretty much thought for sure I had gotten my crazy hair ya-yas out for good, but no. My inner 14-year old keeps wanting to dye my hair a quickly fading green, pink, or blue. And she does not seem to care whether or not it's all gonna be totally out of style by the time you read this.
So I'm thinking of dip-dyeing the ends instead of my usual bi-annual trim.
I figure that I can have it either streaked, or gradually bleached to a certain length, say collarbones, so that when the color fades it look something like this (I know there's a fancy fashion term for this, but I can't remember what it is...) and I won't have to keep dyeing it if I don't want to.
I'd love to go whole hog with a color, but fear I might regret it in the end.
I liked all the colors I did last year and would probably stick to green/turquoise/purple/pink hues.
Dip-dye hair pros:
-Living out teenage dreams.
-Won't get sudden urge to chop it all off to an unflatteringly short length. (Something I bet most long- haired ladies sometimes consider.) (And no, it would not be cute like Nicky's.)
- I already look outlandish enough without green hair. Believe it or not, I kind of stick out in my prairie frocks and 70s everything.
-hair-dye is bad for the water table. Guilt.
-I might end up looking like a teenage goth.
Help!!!! Thoughts on dip-dye, hair and frivolity vs. seriousness, much appreciated.