You guys, remember how I got blondified a few weeks back? And you were all super nice about it and complimentary and sweet and it was like the best self-esteem booster ever?
Well, it didn’t last long. For some reason, not even 4 weeks later, I have the WORST. ROOTS. EVER. I mean, I have NO IDEA how my hair decided to grow so fast, but it did, and I have total Sarah Jessica Parker hair right now.
But tonight? My hair guy is coming over to rescue me, in time for the state dinner tomorrow, and I am SO PSYCHED. I think I’m going to get a couple inches cut off too. But mostly I’m excited for the root fix.
I have GOT to find a cheap way of touching up roots without paying my hair guy tons of money every month. I really thought I’d get at least 8 weeks out of this blondification. I shall be consulting with him about this tonight.
An alert and astute mockdocker sent me an email which asked, in part, “Don’t you think it’s high time we mocked combovers?” After a few seconds of deliberation, I concluded, “YES – it IS high time we mocked combovers.” She’d sent me a few youtube clips but I liked this one best. It appears to be a dude with just CRAZY amounts of hair conducting a combover experiment, VOLUNTARILY shaving his head to form the most hideous combover ever, and gauging people’s reactions to it.
Mr. Mock is gifted in many ways, not the least of which is in the follicular area. He has an absurd amount of hair. And it’s the kind of hair that you just want to have your hands in all the time – soft and thick and fabulous. Hairdressers COVET him as a client. And it’s the kind of hair that requires NO maintenance. Mr. Mock’s entire hair regimen consists of showering, toweling, and moving his hand through his hair ONCE. That’s it. Meanwhile, I have fine hair which requires fancy shampoo and conditioner and thickening gel and styling product and hairspray and curling brushes and shine enhancers. And it still looks nowhere as good as Mr. Mock’s hair. Dammit.
Anyway, back to combovers. My favorite humor writer, Dave Barry, had the best quote ever about the worst combover he’d ever seen, and I think it fits the guy in the video nicely. He said, “His head looks like a spider holding a giant egg.”
Waaaaaay back in highschool, I used Sun-In to blondify my naturally dark blonde/light light brown hair. And I had fabulous results, unlike many of my friends, who ended up with tangerine colored hair. Or worse, burnt sienna. I am not altogether sure why I stopped using it, but I think it had something to do with the stigma attached. It’s a pretty fair statement, I believe, to say that using Sun-In makes you kind of a dork.
As an adult, I’ve gone to an actual hair salon person to have my hair highlighted. This has cost various amounts depending on the hairdresser, but most recently, I’d been spending $120 EVERY EIGHT WEEKS for highlights. How insane is that? I did this not only because I liked the results, but because I enjoyed talking with my gay hairdresser. Gay male hairdressers have historically been some of the funnest people ever to talk to, and my guy was no exception.
HOWEVER, about 3 months ago, I told Dame I was thinking about quitting my hair guy and buying a bottle of Sun-In. Her response? “NO” along with a look that clearly SCREAMED, “If you use Sun-In, I may no longer be able to be friends with you.” After some discussion about my good high school results, she reluctantly agreed to continue our friendship even if I went to the dark sun-in side.
So I did it. And I am happy to tell you that five dollars and 3 months later, I am as blonde as I would be if I continued to see my gay hairdresser, except now I have more money to spend on other completely frivolous things. Even Dame has commented on my successful blondeness – I’ve made a believer out of her!
I would like to know about our readers’ haircoloring stories and/or nightmares. Have you had a run-in with Sun-in? (See what I did there?)
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