She had the whole front of her hair done in a really garish clown color orange. Plus various strands with horizontal stripes–like a raccoon’s tail.
You say that so calmly. You didn’t say “oh my God, no daughter of mine is going out of the house like that” and rummage around looking for some kind of dye?
I think that the “rules” about hair color…for girls AND boys have changed. Of course, I went to a school run by ancient women dressed in black so we couldn’t even wear nail polish, forget dying your hair.
When I was in high school (1963-66) parents were throwing their sons out of the house because they grew their hair long. There were some mammoth fights in our house because of my younger brother’s hair. So I decided that as long as 1) it’s not permanent–no tattoos, no more piercing beyond 2 holes in each ear, and 2) she pays for it, it’s ok.
Jessi, before she did it the first time, I told her that people might stare at her on the subway.
By rf on March 18, 2011 4:14 PM
She had the whole front of her hair done in a really garish clown color orange. Plus various strands with horizontal stripes–like a raccoon’s tail.
You say that so calmly. You didn’t say “oh my God, no daughter of mine is going out of the house like that” and rummage around looking for some kind of dye?
and ladies in btwn those ages (like JB, my wife….) like to do subtle highlights
I wish my mother would have forbid hair treatments – I had the most hideous perm. Got called a farkin’ poodle.
I think there’s appropriate hair at the high school years and there’s inappropriate….
http://www.flickr.com/photos/36425605@N03/3360018413/
Pete….I didn’t know you had a booth at the Flea. I assume that’s yours in the Closing bell photo, selling your old boas and junk.
She had the whole front of her hair done in a really garish clown color orange. Plus various strands with horizontal stripes–like a raccoon’s tail.
I think that the “rules” about hair color…for girls AND boys have changed. Of course, I went to a school run by ancient women dressed in black so we couldn’t even wear nail polish, forget dying your hair.
When I was in high school (1963-66) parents were throwing their sons out of the house because they grew their hair long. There were some mammoth fights in our house because of my younger brother’s hair. So I decided that as long as 1) it’s not permanent–no tattoos, no more piercing beyond 2 holes in each ear, and 2) she pays for it, it’s ok.