i love being cultivated like a hot-house flower
i love my blond hair.
after three rounds of nutrisse garnier's ultimate decoloration extreme, my hair looks like blond blond, and fake. soft and relatively undamaged, but something like the colour of a lemon meringue pie that has been mashed together, a mess of lemon curd and browned meringue.
i like it because it is patently false. no more of this "is that your real hair colour?" conversation that permeates my life. with blond hair, its obvious i have to be a little shallow, a little fake. red hair made me seem too earnest and quirky. too much expectation of goodness. or maybe i am a little egotistical.
hilarious, i know. my hair was a fantastic colour that people try hard to obtain. and now it looks a little clownish.
i think this was a good call.
i have big sunglasses and a denim jacket with puffy shoulders. i look like my name should be katja or svetlana, and i should speak only a little english.
after three rounds of nutrisse garnier's ultimate decoloration extreme, my hair looks like blond blond, and fake. soft and relatively undamaged, but something like the colour of a lemon meringue pie that has been mashed together, a mess of lemon curd and browned meringue.
i like it because it is patently false. no more of this "is that your real hair colour?" conversation that permeates my life. with blond hair, its obvious i have to be a little shallow, a little fake. red hair made me seem too earnest and quirky. too much expectation of goodness. or maybe i am a little egotistical.
hilarious, i know. my hair was a fantastic colour that people try hard to obtain. and now it looks a little clownish.
i think this was a good call.
i have big sunglasses and a denim jacket with puffy shoulders. i look like my name should be katja or svetlana, and i should speak only a little english.