I was reading an article on Louise Cady-Fernandes' blog, Lines of Beauty, about this week's fascinating TIME magazine piece, Nip. Tuck. Or Else: Why You'll be Getting Cosmetic Procedures Even If You Don't Really Want To. Everything from the cover photo to the subtitle had all my jingly flesh up in arms.
Why is it that women are forever coloring their hair -- curling, ironing, extending, feathering, crimping, pulling, twisting and bending it? I have a dear friend who, for the 26 years I've known her, has been trying to undo the curls she naturally has, while I have always coveted her spectacular head of curls!
My husband likes to say he's slept with a blonde, brunette AND redhead, and they are all me.
With distance from the girl I used to be, I had space to figure out who I really was and what I really wanted -- and I wanted to be blonde.
My mom's influence on my hair was her way of channeling herself in me. Don't get me wrong: I love my mom. But, this is my hair and it is about time that I took control over something in my life.
Richard Gere looks sensational with his gray hair, and the badass baldness of Ed Harris and Bruce Willis keeps them gainfully employed in the entertainment industry. Then, of course, there is the mysterious case of John Travolta...
Now more than ever, teens have the desire to experiment with bold hair color as a means to shape their image, and it's leaving their parents with questions. How young is too young for color or highlights?
Of course it would be ludicrous to suggest that women, and men should give up all attempts to look good. But looking good doesn't have to mean looking young. You can get out of the youth trap and still feel great about the persona you present to the world, if not your own inner sense of self.
Gray hair may not be for everyone, but aging is. The question is: To dye or not to dye; where do you stand?
I pride myself on having a fierce and fabulous group of girlfriends. Their ambition is infectious, spirits are outstanding and individual styles a sou...
When I think of Fifty Shades of Grey, I'm not thinking of the mouth wateringly naughty best seller; the one I just couldn't put down. I'm referring to the ever burgeoning growth of silver on the top of my head.
Donald Trump has the least transparent hairdo in the history of this country. There's never been anything like it. Sadly we know very little about the Donald's hair and he has spent millions of dollars on hair products to make sure it stays that way. So, I have a deal for the Donald -- a deal that I do not believe that he can refuse.
This color turns heads even in a city that's used to the unconventional.
I like to think that I've accepted my grey hair, and accepted with it and even welcomed my inevitable aging and the wisdom and depth of character that comes with it, and that I will continue to grow and mature gracefully.
Once you get to be a certain age, the question becomes not "To be or not to be," but rather "To dye or not to dye."
Aren't friends supposed to provide love and acceptance? Who can we trust if our closest friends won't tell us the truth about how we look?