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ON GREY HAIR

1/5/2018

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i've only coloured my hair a few times in my life. Streaks, in my 20s, a diabolical process involving a thing like a swim cap and a crochet hook. Then, different kinds of streaks in my 40s, using tinfoil, which looked a bit more natural and hid the emerging grey. In my early 50s, the 'Just for Men' type product, semi-permanent, my hair dresser called it, which toned down the grey for some weeks, but it came back slowly, like a developing photograph. I decided to embrace my grey hair. I'd earned it. And I was sick of the quest for youthfulness, the adherence to someone else's entirely unrealistic idea of beauty.  I didn't want the harsh, harmful chemicals either, didn't want to spend hours in a salon. 

I was, however, unprepared for the commentary, nearly all from men. Good grief, is that really you? said one man, who I hadn't seen for a while. How did you get so grey?? Did worrying about the environment do that to you?

No, I said. I just stopped dyeing my hair.

Well, you'd lose ten years if you went back to dyeing it, he advised.  

I remembered a trip to a nightclub while in my 20s, when a much older man hitched up beside me on the bar and opined, you know, your face not bad, but your body could use some work. He was at least 30 pounds overweight himself.

I noticed TV anchors, the men with their short greying hair, looking mature and distinguished, their years garnering respect, while the female anchors dyed their hair, had plastic surgery and looked starved and desperate. Does nothing ever change, I wondered? My grey hair became a minor form of defiance. 

And now I love it. It's real. It asks nothing of me and costs neither time nor money. It says something about who I am, a many layered, flawed, elder woman who has too much to do and too much to think about to give hair colour the time of day. When I tried to express some of this to another, critical male acquaintance, he said, are you going to stop bathing too?

But I'm not asking all women to stop dyeing their hair. Their hair, their choice. My only request is whether a woman chooses black, blonde, green, grey or shaved hair, all she should attract is silence or admiration.      
4 Comments
robbiw
1/5/2018 08:11:00 am

I recall when my father started to grey (his moustache) and I thought how distinguished he looked and i certainly preferred the look...it made him appear softer. I have always loved grey hair and wear my proudly..whenever it decides to grow.

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John
1/5/2018 08:25:11 am

What a subject and what a comment. My wife colours her hair but she would kill me if I told anyone. My brother-in-Law likewise. About 2008 I started to go grey and within one year turned completely white and I stay that way happily.
There is considerable pressure on women to remain young looking and its big business. Such a shame that some of the guys dont follow suit by acting their age bit then no matter what colour their hair its the belly that gives them away.

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Carol
1/6/2018 10:14:19 am

Hear, hear :)

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Audrey Gaynor
1/6/2018 09:27:32 pm

Great blog.. loved the last sentence ..."silence or admiration"... i streak my hair...don"t think its so diabolic though but when you describe it, it does sound so DWL.

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