Tuesday, May 10, 2011

To Bleach or Not To Bleach...

I recently colored my hair a very light brown with very, very light blonde highlights. For those of you who don't know me, I was born with deep, rich brunette hair, so this was a very drastic change.

The reasoning behind the change? Well, mostly boredom I suppose, however... I've always been secretly jealous of the attention that blondes receive from both men and women, alike. So as I was debating on what I wanted to do with my hair before my hair appointment, I thought, hell... why not? I mean, if you're gonna do something, do it all the way... right?

Before I go any further, please note that I am also using this as a scientific experiment. I want to know if I really will have more fun as a blonde. For those of you who do know me, you know I am no stranger to a good time... so we'll see if this increases or decreases the intensity of potential amusement.

Alright, now... I have bigger fish to fry.

I used to date a guy who adamantly defended his theory that women who wear make-up, or take their time getting ready, or actually brush their hair in the morning, are vain, unconfident people and that women possessing this personality characteristic are irreversibly unattractive. He thought that women should be confident enough in their natural beauty to just shower and go... no matter where their destination was, no matter who they were going to see, no matter what their circumstance at the time was. If a woman could do that, then she would be completely flawless in his eyes, no matter what her physical appearance looked like.

This "theory" used to really piss me off. And just so you know,  I no longer speak to that moron. (Imagine my face smirking.)

Ok, now hold your breath...

I'm proud to say that I love wearing make-up. I use a curling iron on my hair almost every morning. And I've been known to try on multiple outfits before I go out at night with my friends. Let the gasping commence.

I am one of the most outgoing people around town. I can say I have a good amount of confidence and there are days that I roll out of bed, throw my hair in a pony tail and stroll into work with no make up on my face. However, if I decide to take my time getting ready, it's just because I happen to feel like doing so. To me, this is an expression of my creativity. I rarely do my make-up or hair exactly the same way twice and I enjoy experimenting with new looks, styles and colors.

No matter what look I'm going for, whether it be sweats and Chuck Taylor's or a little black dress with stilettos,  I take it and I run with it.

And of course, I want to look nice. I don't want to go out and get completely ignored by guys because I look like a huge slob and my friends are dressed for prom. Trust me, if guys went off personality alone when it came to dating, there would be a lot less crazy, psychotic ex-girlfriends out there, because guys would date normal, average looking girls, instead of beautiful raging lunatics.

But hey, ya can't win 'em all.

So... to all the men out there who long for a woman who rolls out of bed resembling Heidi Klum on one her good days, please start working on losing that beer belly before you set your standards any higher. And heaven forbid that doesn't work out for you, well... enjoy living in your partially furnished bachelor pad when you're 67 years old.

Oh yeah, and not to throw Heidi under the bus or anything, but guess what boys?!... she's a natural brunette.

And last but certainly not least... Happy Birthday Mom! :)

1 comment:

  1. Heidi won't mind if I crawl under that bus with her, right? I blame the color of my hair on my children. Also, my thighs.


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