I believe Hair Matters. A lot. No matter what our ethnicity, who we are, what we do, it defines us.
You might say it's the time of year for silver belles. Vogue's Vicki Woods, a journalist who has written cover stories for the fashion mag on Meryl St...
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.
Sure it's fun when I'm mistaken for being 15 years younger, as happened last summer at a thriller writers conference I attended, but how important is that, really? Isn't what kind of person I am and what I've accomplished what matters most?
At the end of the day, whether you choose to wear gray hair or not, is a personal choice. It shouldn't be judged or categorized. My words won't change the stigmas that society sometimes projects on personal choice. So embrace who you are.
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."
One of the telltale signs of aging is a graying mane. While the idea of gray roots is enough to send some women straight to the bottle (of L’Oreal, ...
It occurs to me: maybe one of the reasons certain milestone birthdays are so scary for younger women is the assumptions they make about the women who have already reached them.
NEW YORK -- Jeanne Thompson began going gray at 23. She colored her hair for years as she worked her way into management at a large Boston-area financ...
It doesn't matter what anyone else sees when they look at you, it's what you see and how you feel about it that counts.
Eager for authenticity, more women are celebrating their silver locks rather than hiding them, while more image-conscious men are choosing to color theirs.
This just in, in follicle news: the Daily Mail reports that 32 percent of British women under the age of 30 have started to go gray -- up 14 percent f...
My mother does it, my friends all do it, so I hardly gave a thought to that annoying hour, once a month, when I'd sit in the salon getting my dye job....
