Day 333
Dorothy Hamill. If you were around in 1976 you know who I’m referring to. She is a world champion and skated her way to a gold medal in the Olympics that year. And you also know about her famous haircut – The Hamill Wedge. And you probably heard references to her innovative redo of a skating maneuver called the Camel … which has since been renamed the Hamill Camel.
Her wedge haircut/style was ALL the rage for a while. Her camel, well, unless you were an ice skater – not so much.
I, again, cut my hair. It looks kind of like a Hamill Wedge … but the more I look at it, it looks like the Hamill Camel cut it. Yep … leave it to a dromedary with two toes to wield a scissors over my head in my bathroom late at night.
In any case … Dorothy has nothing to worry about … except any reference of my hair resembling her style because she is much cuter than what is going on here on my head. In fact, what is going on on a camel’s head might even be cuter.
Whatever.
It’s winter. I was bored. It was the new year … why not try something new? Well, I would have been better off trying something new as this “new do” is eerily reminiscent of the one in my 5th grade school photo!
It wasn’t flattering (in the slightest) then … so, you can imagine now! Again, whatever.
I have friends with hair that grows so fast the Locks of Love people are sick of seeing them. (Well, almost.) I have friends who have such thick hair that they have to have it thinned. (Is that actually possible?) I have friends who seem to have what I’d deem to be “normal” hair. And then I have one who has none.
And I think every woman on the planet, at one time or another, would like to try the “no hair look” some time in her life. Hair is frustrating. It shouldn’t be such an object of time, cost and stress.
It should be an accessory. And it shouldn’t matter what it looks like – if it’s long or short, frizzy, fro, straight, thin, thick, or purple … or none.
It shouldn’t matter.
And yet it does … to (our) society.
I was flipping through (yet another) magazine last night and I should have counted the hair advertisements … thickeners, defrizzers, straighteners, volumizers, shine enhancers, boosters of one form or another. It was daunting. And kind of disgusting.
So, what did I do? I called up the nearest beast of burden and had him cut my hair in my bathroom at 2am! Or so it looks.
In any case … I’m not daring enough to go the no-hair look. Though at times I’d like to. How freeing! But society makes women who are hair-impaired feel that we are not “as pretty” as our Rapunzel counter-parts. Shame on them.
And shame on us for buying into those thoughts.
So … instead of being bold … I’ll snip away at what is left on my head and try a gel or mousse to make something out of the chopped mess – hoping for some semblance of cuteness, once again.
I am sending my dear hairless friend a hug … you are brave beyond words. And I’m sending Dorothy Hamill (and her Camel) my sincerest apologies!