Is one thing. Screaming manic panic red hair dye on a 56 year old woman in a Metallica t-shirt at the grocery store on a Monday morning, is something else. It's Hollywood. And I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
If a 56 year old woman wants a wild night out, black eye shadow, red lips, 6 inch heels, and squeeze into the same sexy outfit some 20 year old porn starlet was wearing in a movie, doin' the 6am walk of shame, I get it. Been there. But if she's permenently dying her hair nothing close to her natural hair color, just to rival that 20 year old porn star on daily basis, it's just clownish.
The problem is when women don't want to be their best with what THEY have, and instead want to rival their daughters and her friends with what is long gone.
Then there are those women who look like Iggy Pop, and they're, well they're just fucked.;)
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