Thinking about my hair
THE POSTSCRIPT, Carrie Classon
I saw a photo of an author I admire recently, and she had no hair. I worried she was ill, so I immediately investigated. She was not ill. She had cut off all her hair and had done it for good reasons, she said. She had done a lot of thinking about her hair — a lot more than I had.
First of all, she said, she was not blond. “No one is blond,” she added, or almost no one.
Less than 1 percent of the population is blond, and she implied she felt dishonest pretending she was blond when she wasn’t. She went on to say that she had spent thousands of dollars and untold time on her hair. She sounded a little angry about the whole thing — the money spent, the dishonesty of it all.
