The Martyrdom of Barbie
“Vy vould you cut your hair, you knov hov many peopl enjoy lookeeng at your hair evereday?”
And that was what my dear friend said, in his Persian accent, over breakfast. Why would I cut my hair? It is one of the few things that I really love about myself; long, curly, with subtle blonde highlights (subtle blonde highlights is meant to be an oxymoron.) It’s the one thing I always get complements on. On more than one drunken occasion I have had guys tell me that they would love to “fuck” me while pulling my hair. Should I be flattered?
I have had long hair most of my life accept when I was in the first grade, when for some weird reason my mom thought it would be cool to shave my head!
It takes me about an hour everyday to manage my hair, is it really worth the time? I can spend that hour practicing, studying, reading, etc. And this made me think how much time we women spend on nonsense like hair. Till when in history, will we collectively as women be subject to shaving, bleaching, waxing, dieting, lightening, darkening, cutting, tanning, and just obsessing.
Every time I get my highlights redone I spend at least four to five hours in the salon and my pocket is considerably lighter considering I only trust hairdressers in the 90210 vicinity. So, yesterday I put my feministic faith to the test and chopped all my hair off, not to mention at Super Cuts. Twenty dollars and my hair is about ten cm shorter. I must admit, this new hair do is going to take time getting used to but surly it will give me back my much needed precious time. I wonder does society subject men to spending hours fixing and taming their locks? Still, I’m not going to give up waxing, after all I’m still a woman…
Subversive quote: “Feminism encourages women to leave their husband, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and become lesbians.”
Rev. Pat Robertson, 1992 Republican Convention
And that was what my dear friend said, in his Persian accent, over breakfast. Why would I cut my hair? It is one of the few things that I really love about myself; long, curly, with subtle blonde highlights (subtle blonde highlights is meant to be an oxymoron.) It’s the one thing I always get complements on. On more than one drunken occasion I have had guys tell me that they would love to “fuck” me while pulling my hair. Should I be flattered?
I have had long hair most of my life accept when I was in the first grade, when for some weird reason my mom thought it would be cool to shave my head!
It takes me about an hour everyday to manage my hair, is it really worth the time? I can spend that hour practicing, studying, reading, etc. And this made me think how much time we women spend on nonsense like hair. Till when in history, will we collectively as women be subject to shaving, bleaching, waxing, dieting, lightening, darkening, cutting, tanning, and just obsessing.
Every time I get my highlights redone I spend at least four to five hours in the salon and my pocket is considerably lighter considering I only trust hairdressers in the 90210 vicinity. So, yesterday I put my feministic faith to the test and chopped all my hair off, not to mention at Super Cuts. Twenty dollars and my hair is about ten cm shorter. I must admit, this new hair do is going to take time getting used to but surly it will give me back my much needed precious time. I wonder does society subject men to spending hours fixing and taming their locks? Still, I’m not going to give up waxing, after all I’m still a woman…
Subversive quote: “Feminism encourages women to leave their husband, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and become lesbians.”
Rev. Pat Robertson, 1992 Republican Convention
posted by A-Lumpen-Proletariat at 1:34 PM
4 Comments:
Ten inches is pretty drastic; I think it takes a lot of confidence for a woman to have shorter hair. The subtle blonde highlights stay, right?
I almost gave up tweezing, but like you, I'm still a woman. Only Frida Kahlo could pull off a unibrow...
Shinta I meant 10 cm. I still confuse the two. I guess thats what we get for growing up in two different countries.
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