Hair Today...

I live in an area where blonde is the hair colour of choice. Apparently, if you're not blonde you're not attractive. If you're not blonde you're nobody (sorry Tina, but you're off the hook because you're naturally blonde).

At least, this was the impression I was getting. There are thousands of chavas where I live (for those living outside the UK and have no concept of chavas: they're people who wear tracksuits permanently, listen to bad rave, have too much gold jewellery and skinheads). This makes everything really awkward. To be honest, there are two types of people where I live: old folks and chavas. Now, for someone who dies their hair red and wears bright clothes like me, you're officially an outsider. I'll talk about clothes in another post.

For now, let's ask ourselves what the world has come to. I get stared at in the streets a lot more now that I've died my hair. Any guesses for who does it? Yep, blonde-haired chava girls. They obviously feel threatened by someone who dares to be different (since when did you last see a group of young people who were a real mash-up?) but I think this is sad. It's like what I was saying in my post a week ago ("A Loss of Individuality") - only more hair-related. It's good to see people who experiment more with their hair. Maybe people really are just scared to stray from the flock.