My husband, whose blog you can check out and leave hate messages here, has what I consider outdated views on women and hair. Specifically, women’s hair.
Example: my best friend, who is 35, got her hair cut rather short recently. It was really long, platinum blonde, and now it’s about chin length with some auburn highlights. When I saw her, I told her how good it looked, because it did.
My husband to my friend: “Your hair looks great! It’s really age appropriate now.”
Silence. Deadly looks were given.
“Well, thanks, I’m glad you think it’s age appropriate, Sam,” she told him in a steely voice.
He still doesn’t understand why that was an inappropriate thing to say, nor does he get why turning 30 doesn’t mean that a woman is forbidden from wearing her hair past her chin and having any color. And for any men reading this blog, just know that it is inappropriate, okay? No explanation should be needed here.
Fast forward to the past few days–I’ve been talking about doing something with my hair since it’s been at least six months since I had a trim. I’ve been wanting to get a little color added for years, ever since my stepsister had a few blue streaks in her hair, and I loved it. At the time, I thought that I was too old to do this since I was a mom in my mid to late 20s.
Well, I’m over 30 now and got some blue streaks put in my hair today. So bite me, age.
My husband “encouraged” me not to get the blue streaks. “You’re too old for that. It’s blue. That won’t look good.”
When I got home to proudly show of my new cut and blue, yet subtle, streaks, he said, “Well, it doesn’t look as bad as I thought it would.”
To which I say (not in front of the kids):
In case you were wondering about the opinions of the rest of the family, Little Man was rather upset about it. “But you’re a mom! And your hair is blue! It’s not supposed to be!” He got over this in about two minutes, when he told me that he was really upset that we wouldn’t be “hair twins” anymore.
I fixed that with some dye that we had from last year when he wanted a blue mohawk that washes out in the shower, so yay, hair twins once again.
Baby Girl doesn’t seem to give a crap. I’m still “Woman With Milk” to her–no judgment.
Now I may go absolutely wild and paint my fingernails, something I haven’t done in 2-3 years. 😉