Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Even my super zoom camera is unable to focus on the face of dear, crazy Luna. I guess it's ok that my moon pics are always moody and strangely colored (I didn't do that pink glow with photoshop).
Hair is important. Well, it is, c'mon. Whether we feel we have too much, not enough, or curly when we would rather have straight, or too much in one place but not enough in another, hair is something people think about. Not everyone! Many people, should say.
Hair is symbolic. Feminists in the 20s cut their hair as a symbol of their liberation from the old ways. During the 60s we went the other way, growing our hair as long and frizzy as possible as a protest against short military haircuts. Shaving one's head is always a powerful act, no matter the intention. I think of Sinéad O'Connor. In certain Orthodox sects of Judaism, women shave their heads because hair is thought to be so enchanting, it will distract the men from studying, or so I've been told. In other situations, a shaved head is a sign of shame, or purity in yet other environments. It always means something. Sampson and Delilah? The Dalai Lama. Robert de Niro in Taxi Driver? Please!
My mother used to say, Isn't it funny how, as long as hair is attached to your head, it's thought to be beautiful, but the moment it detaches and lands in your salad, it becomes absolutely disgusting?
It is funny.
The anatomy of hair is pretty interesting, too. Strands of protein growing out of your scalp - think about it. We are all chia pets!
I believe hair is an entity, somewhat separate from, though of course inextricably linked, to the ego I call Reya. My hair and I have a somewhat bombastic love/hate relationship. We have had many very bad years together, (I'm thinking now of the 1980s when my hair was frizzed out and dyed the color of eggplant.) My hair and I have had good times as well.
This morning I told Richard, the hair guy with the mostess, to do whatever he wanted. He cut off between 6 and 7" of frazzled, split ended, scraggly hair bits. Ahhh! I'm happy and my hair is happy, too, thank goodness. Sometimes a haircut can be traumatic - it happens - but it's also true that a good haircut can make my day.
Some days, it's all about the hair.