Our family has reached a time when each of us hair concerns, albeit different ones. My primary worry of late is the color of my hair. I’ve been blond all my life, but it seems like lately it requires work to stay that way. In addition to the grey hair that wants to take over, I find the roots are coming in darker and darker each year. Were I to let my hair go natural, I would have brownish grey roots and Clairol 103 blond ends. Evidently, this is the latest style with celebrities, known as something called the Ombre. To me, it seems like the middle-aged equivalent of a mullet – early bird special on the top, hip hop dance party on the bottom. I think I’ll have to be content with keeping Clairol in business until I’m too senile to care.
I get mixed messages regarding my daughter’s hair concerns. On the one hand, she is obsessed hair removal. Someone in middle school once made a disparaging remark about her eyebrows being too bushy, and she’s been getting them waxed into pencil-thin works of $10 art every month since. I believe she shaves her legs every day, as evidenced by the shaving cream she leaves on the shower wall. But although she is reluctant to take a multi-vitamin every day, she does make sure to take Biotin to make her hair grow. She seems to be working at cross purposes.
My husband, on the other hand, struggles with a reduction in hair. Though I don’t ever see him as being Terry Bradshaw bald, there is definitely a thinning up at the top. This he attempts to counteract by letting his hair grow long. This tactic has the opposite effect and gives him a decided resemblance to Albert Einstein.
It seems vain to worry so much about our hair – too much, not enough, the wrong color. I have a dear friend who is going through chemo and is dealing with the loss of all her hair. Her hair decisions now consist of wig , hat or scarf. She has to draw her eyebrows in. I have another friend who plucked her eyebrows so much that they simply stopped coming back. She has to paint them on every day. We tease her that when she is senile, we’ll send our children by to draw them in. They can give her angry eyebrows, surprised eyebrows or a big unibrow – it all depends on how she treats us.
How can I control my life when I can't control my hair? ~Author Unknown