Ugh. Hair. My hair is extremely curly and extremely thick. It’s frizzy in the humidity; it’s frizzy in dry weather. I would love to grow it long, unfortunately it doesn’t grow down it grows out. Too bad I look awful in an Afro because I could grow an awesome one. Of course with the right cut and enough hair gel I do get cute little curls all over my head, lets just hope there is no wind to screw up my hair-do.
What’s even worse I even though I’m only 37 years old, I’m going prematurely gray like the rest of my fathers family. It would be great if it was a nice white, or even a nice gray, but NOOO It’s like this colorless mess of wire on my head. Which of course looks awful mixed with my natural color, which is dishwater blah. At least it’s mixed all over and not just on the temples like my mothers used to be.
So what did I do to cover my awful gray? I lightened it, of course. Not too light just a touch. Did I mention I’m in the sun a lot? What was once just barely blond is now very blond. My lovely damn brother-in-law told me I look like a Q-tip. Gotta love family.
I guess it could be worse, at least I have a little time before I have to re-color my hair because no one can ever see the roots, on the other hand I have to get it cut every four weeks because it grows so damn fast. Another plus is the fact that I just wet it down in the morning, throw some more gel on it and poof I’m out the door. Damnit though I’d love to be able to change be style once in a while.
Any of you straight lanky hair people wanna trade??
My hair is boringly straight but it behaves itself more or less. I haven’t had it cut in several years, and just brush it out each morning after showering.
I have very little luck getting it to do anything more interesting. Part of the problem is that it’s quite thin as I didn’t quite catch my pattern baldness in time to avoid all damage. Modern medicine is a fascinating thing but there are some things that just can’t be helped.
All my life, I had short hair. I dreamed of the day I 'd have the patience to grow it out, and my short, limp, orangey-browny-70’s-shag-carpet 'do would transform into that kind of slow motion shiny hair that you see on TV.
Then I grew it out, and the short, limp, get-your-groove-on colored hair turned into long, limp, brown at the roots and orange at the tips hair. It was terrible. My hair is the kinds of colors that you normally only see in granny square afghans made 20 years ago by someone’s blind grandmother. Some days I like it, usually the days right after I’ve dyed it.
So I cut it off chin-length and sent the ponytail to the little bald children in Florida, and now…I’m growing it out again.
Surely this time it will come out different, right? Right?
My hair is on strike. It never grows. I’ve been growing it out for a year, and I swear it’s only grown an inch. Sometimes I think it must be made of wool, and that althought it does grow at night, it shrinks when I wash it in the morning.
Right now it’s kind of swooping off to the side. I look like Herbie, the elf who wanted to be a dentist from “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”.
My hair bores me, so I’ve always got something new in the works. I get a new style, and immediately, I’m on the prowl for a DIFFERENT new style for future reference.
It’s brown, thick, and curly - though it doesn’t curl quite as much as it used to when I lived in humid climates. I dye it red. Right now, I’m growing it out and, after two years of trying to make it be straight, I’m letting it do whatever it wants.
My hair is nice-it’s brown (although now I have it streaked), shiny and healthy. But it’s LIMP. No body whatsoever. It just hangs there. And not like nice, thick straight hair. It’s fine and wispy and looks like seaweed. And it gets staticky very easily.
I have to use a 1 1/2 inch barrel curling iron everday, set each piece on sponge rollers, then take them out a few minutes later. It falls limp, but at least it’s not so fly-a-way. If I leave it in longer, it does look nice, but who has time to do that?
That is my hair EXACTLY! I can spend 30 minutes curling it and it looks great- for about 5 minutes before it goes back straight. I usually have it fairly long, and my hair is a light brown/blondish color so it doesn’t look too bad for the most part. When I really get fed up with it I just put it up in your basic 3rd grade style ponytail.
Oh, I’ve thought about shaving my head many times. My boyfriend hates that idea even though he shaves his head and we could be twinkies, ya know?
Imagine telephone cords - not new ones that are a nice coil - but old ones that coil one way for two or three loops, then turn the other way, then go back on themselves and continue. Imagine a bunch of them in a drawer that have all decided to tangle on you for spite.
Shrink them down to hair size and make the loops about 1/6th" in diameter, and you have the nightmare that is my hair.
It has so far resisted any and all (even the so called “gentle”) attempts at straightening it by falling out, a protest apparently. Even when unstraightened, it’s fragile as anything, so it breaks off frequently.
I desperately envy people who claim “I couldn’t do anything with my hair, so I put it in a ponytail.” A “simple” ponytail requires 45 minutes with a hairdryer, tons of product, and by the time I actually get to wherever I’m going, it’s no longer a ponytail, but a bizarre tangled mess (that must be combed through and re-dried)
Right now, it’s in braids… which need to come out. Taking them out will suck beyond belief, as will having to put them back in (and could very well leave me bald), but it’s the best of the bad situation.
I’ve got that fine, brown hair that, when dry, forms a halo around my head. It’s really annoying in even the slightest breeze, as keeps tickling my face and making me sneeze. Might be time for a haircut. I’ve also got a lot of inexplicably red hair in my beard. But what really bugs me is my forehead, which is roughly the size of Montana. The fact that I don’t have bangs doesn’t help. It looks like my brain has enourmous frontal lobes, and I ought to be able to communicate telepathically, or move objects with my mind.
Having kids did a real number on my hair, thinning it and darkening it about 5 or 6 shades to an ugly shade o’ brown from my previous dark ash blonde. I have the flip thing going on unless I spend half an hour blowing it dry - and with two kids, I don’t have enough time!!
I ought to just shave it all off. It certainly wouldn’t look any worse. I fucking hate my hair.
Fine hair here, baby baby fine. So fine it breaks if I get it caught under my purse strap and turn my head. I do have a lot of individual strands, which are wavy. Everybody wants wavy hair-right? The problem is my hair decides when and where to wave. Much of the time the bottom half is wavy and the top is straight so that even hairdressers have commented “your perm is growing out,dear”. Some of the time half the head is wavy and the other half straight, and sometimes it just goes for that flyaway finger in the lightsocket look. Forget ponytails or braids, it’s so fine they are pencil thin . Can’t have it short because it can’t be tamed and can’t have it long because it will be thin AND have broken ends. It’s also a lovely dirty dishwater brown that is just dark enough to look bad with blond highlights. It’s also so dry and fragile I can’t perm it. It has taken my hairdresser 45 minutes to comb it out and another 45 minutes to blow it dry. The best I can do is encourage the curl so it looks thicker. I would trade for straight hair, I would trade for curly hair. I just want DIFFERENT hair!
I guess mine could be worse. No one has ever said it was nice hair but every single hairdresser who’s ever worked on it commented on how really thick it was. I’ve apparently got enough for two people. With really big heads.
It was red when I was a baby but turned to a nondescript brown now streaked here and there with silver. As a kid it was long enough for me to sit on and my Mom would spend the better part of an hour each morning wrestling it into braids. About the age of 12 I’d had enough got it whacked off. Mom still has it in a paper bag. Ick.
I get it cut really short and thinned out some which makes it look not too hideous. Except for the cowlicks in back which stick up when it hit a certain length. Oh well. At least it’s only on my head.
Everyone who has ever done my hair, or gotten into a conversation about my hair, absolutely loves it. They say something asinine along the lines of “I wish I had hair like that!”
No, they don’t.
See, they don’t realize that my hair never, ever does what I want it to. It doesn’t go straight, it doesn’t stay out of my face, it frizzes in the summer, it gets oily at the top and dry at the bottom, it’s thick and hot, it’s wavy, and it gets sooooo tangled.
All they see, though, is that I have hair that THEY don’t have.
The only thing wrong with it is that I would like to grow it out a bit, but it just never seems to happen. Though I guess I’m okay with the length now. If only the goddamn hairdresser would LAYER it for me. . .
Words can’t explain how much I hate my hair. It’s extremely poofy, even when I use a straightening iron and gel. Then the second I get it to where it’s not frizzy, it only lasts 10 minutes tops. The slightest breeze seems to give all the little flyaways hard-ons. Basically I have to wear my hair in a ponytail, bun, clip, or a certain way with oodles of gel that embraces the curliness which I previously tried to prevent. People always tell me that whenever I’m older and my hair starts thinning I’ll be in good shape because I’ll finally have the hair I always wanted, which I suppose is something to look forward to. Also, I can have my hair brushed completely out with no tangles or anything of that nature, but the second I barely rest my head against something (like any couch no matter what fabric) my hair magically forms a rat’s nest. And if you’re wondering, I’ve tried the calming conditioners and such but they don’t seem to work, which is a shame because I really do love the color of my hair.
Way back when, during a high school production of Grease*, they tried to slick back my hair. Hah. Not a chance. A whole bottle of goo later, half of my hair would stay slicked back, while the rest would defiantly pop up and curl back forwards again.
These days my hair’s too thin on top, and too thick on the sides, as if Moses himself had parted it. Although right now I can part my hair and hide the thinning pretty well (at least until the wind blows), one day I fear it will evolve into a full-blown comb-over. I hope that someone will whack me upside the head when that day finally arrives.
[sub]*In which I played the highly acclaimed role of “Voiceless Punk #3”[/sub]
Actually, Deadly Accurate, she figured it out when the mouths of the people around us dropped open in shock. I got to hear “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it that way!” for about five minutes straight. Yeah, that made up for it.
And, alice_in_wonderland, if you can stand it come to Alabama, big hair still lives on here, like a dictator in exile. Then again so does the mullet.
So then this would be a bad place to talk about my thick hair that does whatever I want it to, and my tough scalp that doesn’t really complain at all even when I pull hair out by the fistfull? And how I haven’t done anything with it in a week and half of it hasn’t fallen out? The only bad thing is I don’t know how to braid or it’d always be in, like, a french braid, or something fun like that.
Or should I just leave a nice pile of it by the door and y’all can take some?
