This is such a great thread
Friends and I often discuss hair and it's place of importance in life generally -- the massive amount spent by both men and women on hair products
must rival health budgets in some nations (for stuff that grows out of the skull and is basically dead keratin (?) the moment it sprouts from the head
). Sometimes we say we should all just shave our heads, worldwide -- the great equalizer ? I mean it would only take for a few generations to shave
and be bald, for it to be accepted -- switching the focus to something more meaningful, such as humour, maybe (wow -- imagine a world where people
spent all that previous 'hair-time' on appreciation of the absurd, the funny, the cheerful ! )
Some here have mentioned hair as a shield, and sure, it can be. For instance, for years I had waist-length hair. Below waist-length, in fact. I was
in a car once, with the windows open, and my hair was blown back into the mouth of a passenger in the rear seat !
If I wore it down, people would comment on the length of my hair and ask how long it had taken to grow it to that length, etc. I was known for my
hair, as in: ' You know ... the girl with the really long hair '
When I wanted to appear more professional at meetings, etc., I used to pin it up and wear a shorter wig. And I had to bend over from the waist to dry
and brush it, etc. It took on a life of its own
Finally, I was sick of being my hair. I worried the long hair bestowed upon me some sort of personality which wasn't the true (and ordinary) me.
Too much of other's admiration for a body part can have the effect of distorting the personality. I was a real person with real faults -- not just
an angelic clothes-hanger for a yard of hair
So I chopped it off one day. Came out from behind the hair-screen
People weren't happy about it, saying, 'Oh, what on earth happened to all that gorgeous hair ? You're not the same '
No, I wasn't the same. I wasn't so anxious to please, any more and I didn't want men admiring me for a length of dead keratin. I wasn't going to
hide behind curtains of hair. I was coming out into the light, warts and all, take me or leave me
It took a few years to adapt to shorter hair because my body still automatically leaned a certain way over the bathroom sink when I brushed my teeth
for instance -- the way I had when I'd needed to sweep all that hair out of the way. I had to learn to not swing back my head the way I had when
I'd flung my hair to the other side or in the breeze. And I had to learn to stop leaning over at the waist when I brushed my shorter hair, because
it was no longer necessary. But most of all, it made me stronger when I spoke to people 'full face', instead of from behind curtains of hair
A few years later and my hair fell out ! And the eyelashes of one eye. That was hilarious and scary -- having just one bald, Bette Davis eye -- not
to mention at least half a dozen pale and hairless 'crop circles' dotted randomly all over my head (oddly enough, received two proposals of marriage
during the crop-circle period)
Now, I'm trying to go white. Always admired white hair most of all. Not having much luck with it so far. Feel like slapping myself for being so
superficial, lol