as someone who changes their hair often, i have more than once heard “you cut/color your hair a lot!” in the office space. i’ve always worked in really casual environments where no one gives a fuck what you wear or what the fuck is on your head. however, that doesn’t mean there aren’t assholes.
case in point:
adorable coworker telling me how much she liked my hair and had no idea i had once been blonde/redhead/brunette/short/long/etc. as she is saying this a male coworker … old… angry… saggy for sure… spouted off “changes her hair alot? sounds like a cry for help”. oh you would make this about you captain i-wear-my-sunglasses-indoors. i mostly certainly am not crying for your help, i am far better at a whiny outreach than a subtle change in appearance.
so today’s post is about pissing people off with your hair, because guess what? it’s hair. it is 100% dead and lives on your head! you might as well have fun with it and if i wanted to keep my same trying-to-be-a-young-surfer-dude-who-went-gray ‘do from the 1990s, dear co worker sir, i will ask for your stylist’s number.