"But the fire is so delightful..."
Most Asian females have some variation concerning one of two hair colors, brown or black.
I am in the brown category. Dark auburn brown, to more precise, with red highlights in the sun.
I was in high school when I found a long strand of white hair among my fussy long auburn coiffure. The long white strand of hair was firmly rooted, and thicker than any other strand of hair. Why hadn't I noticed this long strand of white hair before?
"Because dear, you weren't looking for it."
My grandma was a very smart woman.
I firmly wrapped the white strand of hair around my index finger, and plucked the hair from my head.
When I was in my early 20's, now living in Los Angeles, working for a music store, a lesbian store manager while French braiding my hair, as lesbian store managers do, commented, "You have a lot of white hair!"
And I've colored my hair, every two weeks, every month, faithfully, ever since. Black. Black with blue highlights. Black with blonde streaks. Whatever. Black.
If you're a woman with a long elegant neck, that's where you wear your diamonds and gemstones, above expensive, but well worth, plunging neckline attire.
If you're a woman with sexy long shapely legs, you wear your skirts just above the knee with any heel, and look fabulous.
A sizable bust, you wear snug "soft fuzzy sweaters" and with a snap of your fingers get almost anything you want.
But if you're like me, where compliments are in respect to your pretty face and pretty smile, we're supposed to pull our hair back, or wear it up...
Me personally, I notice women who have elegantly quaffed long hair. I'm a hair, girl. I notice first men and women with nicely styled hair --and then I look at what they're wearing.
Since my early 20's...
I've spent thousands of dollars on my hair. Thousands. Ten thousand. More. Easily. Children are starving, and I've spent over ten thousand dollars on my hair.
Over this past Christmas weekend...
A loved one and I saw TRUMBO. (Go see it!) We saw it at the Sundance theater where you have to be 21 years old to get into the theater...
I was carded.
I was carded to see a movie.
I guess there comes a defining moment in time when you don't... When you no longer...
Want to be carded.
I can't explain it. Not yet.
Life. Time spent. I'm tired of being carded.
I'm not coloring my hair anymore. I'm letting the natural color grow out -- which now happens to be white.
Over 90% of my hair is now white. I know this based on the color of my follicle roots.
What's the worst that can happen? Boyscouts help me cross the street? I start getting senior discounts?
As I told a loved one near and dear, people who think 50, as being middle aged, are delusional. Not many live to celebrate 100 years of age. Once you hit late 30's, 40's, you have to rethink what sexy, beautiful, sophisticated, and accomplished is --for you as an older person. Competing with 20-something, for youth, is foolish.
I'm not saying coloring your hair is foolish. By all means color your hair.
But for me, the (only) reason I colored my hair was due to premature aging white hairs. I was afraid of how the world, men, would look at me. Then, a young woman with white hair.
Only...
I'm not so young anymore.
I want something... else.
I don't care if you think I look young or not, or what your opinion of women with white hair, is. I don't want to dye it anymore. So I'm not,
In two years the white hair will grow out, replacing all the dyed black hair. I can't wait!
Maybe next year I can be Mrs Santa Claus. I would be perfectly content.
And what the hell has happened to all the Christmas movies?
It's A Wonderful Life
White Christmas
Have been replaced with...
Son Of Saul
Spotlight
Nothing spreads holiday cheer like child molestation and Auschwitz!
?
This time is year (for us) isn't about religion. It's about fun celebratory spirit.
Seriously, Mr Scrooges. Lighten up.
Ok kids, time to "brave" the 54 degree weather. Oh c'mon! Aramis went surfing this morning! We can do this!
"Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!"
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