Does your family have a trivial thing they fight about? It possibly makes no sense to anyone. In my family, it’s my hair. Through my teenage years my mother tried to control the color and style. Once I got my own job, I could pay for the cut. Nothing too extreme, I went through my gypsy perm stage along with almost everyone else. My rebellion included not having big bangs when everyone else did. No skunk striped hair for me since my mother prevailed on that matter.
Didn’t dye my hair until I was twenty-seven at the command of my ex-husband. He thought my sudden onset of gray hair made him look bad. He had firm ideas about hair, not his, mine. One day, he told me I should cut my hair off when I hit thirty-five because that was the magical age when women no longer looked good with long hair. Not sure, who made up that rule, but other people in my family grabbed hold of it too.
Both my older siblings, and my mother nagged me for years to cut my hair. They reminded me I was too old for long hair. They all sported chin length or shorter styles. In case, you’re wondering I have thick wavy hair that is halfway down my back. It grows fast so even cutting off six inches doesn’t make that much difference.
When they weren’t fussing about the length, they disliked the color, mink brown. After all, they’d remind me that women of a certain age go ash blonde to hide the gray. Yeah, I’ve heard the argument before. I’ve been on enough bus trips with the silver set to realize all the women over sixty had similar hair styles and color. At least, my husband could pick me out of a group.
After fighting off my siblings for the last ten years, I decided to cut my hair and dye it red. Did my family finally wear me down? Nope, it was my video game avatar. After staring at her sassy red do, I decided I'd like something similar. Nothing too hard, but it had to dry faster than the four hours my current length takes. As for the hair wars, a truce has been declared.
Does your family argue about hair?
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