Like many women I've got a peculiar relationship with My hair, specifically its color. All of us have a friend who changes hair color on a whim. If you're like Me you don't totally understand that friend, but you envy her more than a little bit.
I'm in a comfort zone with My own nearly black locks. Over time one's hair becomes one's personality, one's self, really, in a non-superficial way that men will never understand. So I like who I am and I'm OK with My hair.
But I think about those who play with their hair color -- and how I often wish I could just change on a whim like that. If My hair now "is" Me, then, changing it significantly makes Me . . . Someone else?
What if I were to (gasp) go blonde? Who would I become then? Would I "have more fun?" [Studies show that women with blonde hair do get more attention, socially/sexually. I'm still young enough to think that's not a terrible thing.] I know My IQ wouldn't suddenly drop 20 points; that's just an unfortunate cliche . . . ummm . . . what was I saying?
Who am I kidding? I'm simply not Suddenly Go Blonde For The Hell Of It Girl.
But I know her, very well. And I know she stole my boyfriend in the 10th grade.