I know I'm not the only woman who struggles to keep the carpet matching the drapes. You know that never ending battle to keep the hair on your head and your pubic hair the same color. I can't imagine how a bleached blonde's able to convince some man that she's a natural blonde with the obvious brown bush down below.
Being a bottle redhead for thirty-five years, nearly everyone I know thinks I have natural red hair. The problem with this red head addiction in middle-age is that I've gotten extremely gray. That's a pain in the ass because I have to go to Bubba, my gay hairdresser in East Point every three weeks for a root touch up to hide the evidence of this spreading gray plague that's taken over my hair. The bigger pain in the ass is when I started noticing the gray hair down there. It was relentless, all spirally and spreading like kudzu.