Today's topic is hair.
How you cut it. How you style it. And sometimes, what it says about you.
Regardless of whether that is your intention.
For example, Z-man got his hair cut yesterday. He's grossly unhappy with the cut (which, at this writing, I haven't seen yet). He made the appointment himself with the woman who has cut his hair (very nicely) for three years.
He also changed the color. According to the Roo-girl, it's red ("he's a ginge," she told me). Eh. Whatever. She assures me it is within the norm ("it's not emo magenta, Mom").
The cut, however, is causing him deep distress, and apparently he was "too embarrassed" (his words) to tell his stylist that he hated it.
He texted me thusly:
"It looks awful. I have to do laundry and I am actually nervous to go where Roo-girl can see it. Easily the worst cut I've ever had."
If he hadn't been so pathetic and sad, I would have laughed out loud at the idea that he didn't want his sister to see his hair in this condition. (Her bedroom is directly across the hall from the laundry room. It's tough to avoid her when washing clothes.)
But the truth of the matter is, he spends almost as much time on his hair as Roo does hers. He's on his second attempt at a color other than his natural light brown. He has a flat iron so he can straighten it (he got MY unruly waviness, that poor creature). He wants the hair to lay "just so." (The photo at left is the previous incarnation from last June.)
What does this say about him?
He cares about his appearance. He wishes to look a certain way and goes out of his way to make sure that happens. And, truth be told, he's a little prissy about it.
Is this a bad thing? I guess not. I tease him mercilessly (because I AM the Evil Mother) about his prissiness as it relates to his sexual orientation.
Fast backward to a week or so ago, when I walked into my house after a long day of work and found something fairly shocking.
At least I found it so.
J-bear had cut her hair.
Now, I have known her since she was 11, and she has always had long hair. Like halfway-down-the-middle-of-her-back long hair. Like I-don't-want-to-cut-it long hair.
Now she doesn't.
And the style she has chosen speaks volumes about her.
I debated long and hard about discussing this here. I even had an indepth conversation about the issue with Wonderhubby, after which I told him that I wanted to write about it.
He shrugged and told me he had no objection.
And so, I present two views of J-bear.
You may draw your own conclusions.
And you will be correct.