Hair Havoc

First of all, I was going to talk about music as well as hair in this post, so my original Title was Hair Havoc and a Little Singing. I don't have time for the music part, but I'd like to say that I accidentally almost titled this post Hair Havoc and a Little Sinning *chuckle chuckle chuckle*

Second of all, for this post to make sense, I would suggest you click on the link below and read the post titled Hair in my other blog first.

Third, I'd like to make a comment about my latest haircut.

So, I got a haircut last Thursday, and I must say, to be completely honest, I love it. However, it certainly didn't start out that way. I walked in to the hairdressing place, I said hi to my hairdresser, and she said, "Ok, today we're dying your hair." (Time for panic attack.) She then pulled out a bowl full of PLATINUM BLONDE (!) coloured chemicals and started putting my hair up in what felt like an alien headdress. Thankfully the potential platinum disaster turned out to be only a bunch of streaky little highlights, which apparently looks great when you chop half the hair off a person's head with what looks like butcher scissors (hurrah for short hair!). Rub in a ton of hair-gel, and VOILA, one sexy spiky haircut for a girl who's never dyed her hair.

However, the point of this is not to brag, although that might be a bit of an interior motive. My haircut just got me thinking about what we as a society value. I have gotten multiple compliments on my hair every day this week, sometimes more than once by the same person, sometimes more than once by the same person more than once a day. And yet Grace, Grace raises $7500 dollars for cancer by doing something that most girls would dread, but does she get as many compliments from our peers? No. So, what's more important, then? Shaving your head in memory of your friend, or getting highlights? Evidently it's the highlights. And I think that there's something dead wrong with that.