It was time for a drastic change. I was feeling spontaneous, impulsive. The appointment had been set-no turning back now. My mind had been made.
It was the concluding day of my employment at big girl job #1. Yes, the one in which I was the only female member.
The boss man asked me to have a seat in his office while I turned in my keys, etc. back to the company. In effort to break the awkward air that my voluntary resignation had brought, he asked me timidly, “Well, what are you going to do with the rest of your day?”
“I think i’m going to dye my hair,” I shared, a little less bashfully.
“…. But, men love blondes. It’s scientifically proven!”
A direct quote from my former boss, I kid thee not.
A zillion and a half feministic and attitude-slathered, raging responses raced through my mind.
Silly me, though, I had forgotten that I wear my hair for the sole purpose of gaining male approval. I hadn’t considered the fact that i’d lose my allure in the eyes of most men. That my body is here only to be objectified and either accepted or deemed “undesirable” by the men I encounter.
After all, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
Not to be frank, but I DON’T CARE WHAT COLOR OF HAIR YOU’D PREFER TO SPROUT OUT OF MY HEAD, MISTER. *slams office door dramatically and stomps out, heels clanking harshly against the floor*
No, I didn’t yell. But the feminist in me was screaming, punching, and kicking- throwing a tantrum that would put all four-year-olds to shame.
It is sickening that men assume that women alter their appearance for the sole purpose of gaining approval and acceptance from them. And perhaps they are right, in some cases. However, they could not be more wrong in mine.
You see, I don’t care if you like blondes more than brunettes. Or redheads more than both combined. Bleach your own freaking head for all I care. Your opinion is of no significance to me. Admittedly, I hunger for approval and visual appeal from my peers. We all do. But I will do with my hair whatever I please, regardless of what any man thinks. IT IS MY HAIR, thank you. And you can stick your preferences where the sun don’t shine.
In my opinion, and the only one that matters in this scenario, darker hair makes me look more lively. I like it.
I am now a half-blonde. And for the record, half-blondes have more fun.(;
5 thoughts on “Flaxen”
Your new hair looks lovely : )
Welcome in the half-blonde club. No matter what hair colour one has- people always find something to criticise. Most of the time they don’t even notice how hurtful and inappropriate their comments on hair/ weight/ whatever are. Once, my hair accidentally turned super blonde and I went into college, embarrassed how in my opinion awful it looked like. I talked to one of the guys in the hallway and he said something about my hair, and I commented saying that I find it awful and compared it to being barbie-blonde (I felt like a plastic doll). And what was his reaction? “But, everyone likes girls who look like that! That is what men want!” So apparently, as long as women look ‘attractive’ to men, you’re on the save side and don’t have to worry about your own opinion on your body image.
Aww thank you!(: I only want to hear other peoples’ freely given opinions if they are positive. Otherwise, I will ask you directly. Haha
I like it too!
Ew- I cannot believe your boss would say that. Talk about wildly inappropriate. I think the new color looks great!