Her Defining Glory - Sex~Kitten.net

Last week I was in for my monthly cut and color and the various chairs were filled with women with all kinds of hair styles. As I sat waiting for the bleach to do its job, I got thinking just how much we judge people by hair. Where would Steel Magnolias be without the emphasis we place on well-groomed hair?

Have you ever read a sexy story where the heroine had short hair? They are few and far between. She generally has long blond hair falling in cascades around her breasts. Or she has raven black hair that curtains her face as she bends forward to kiss him.

Until I was about 25 I had long hair. It grew to between my shoulder blades. I spent hours every morning teasing and rolling it into huge curls. And I spent as long every night brushing it out. Today I call that style the "Nashville" up-do. You know the style that lots of CW singers still wear today? One summer I got tired of it never being dry. I was in the pool morning, afternoon, and night. Tied back in the ponytail it never did dry. So, I went to the local salon and had it cut off. Was my mother ever mad! She didn't talk to me for days after that. For years she would make snide remarks about how short and butch it looked.

Thus started my days of shorter hair. Oh, it grew out from time to time, but never as long as it was. And I love it. Today it is short...short...short. Short enough that all I have to do is dampen and go.

I once had a boyfriend who had a hair fetish. For him the longer the better. Unfortunately for him, mine was not all that long. Maybe that's one of the reasons he's an ex-. We were in a small enough community that everyone saw everyone else. Maybe that's why, after we broke up, I grew my hair out long again and made sure I wore it down when I knew I would be around him. Sometimes revenge can be fun.

But we do judge people by their hair. Short is associated with butch or a cancer survivor. I am neither, but I would never think of growing it out over an inch or two. And color is important. There have never been so many blonds in the history of the world. I don't subscribe to "blonds have more fun." And there are so many on whom the color just doesn't work. Think of the florid, freckle-faced gamin who would look great with flaming red hair instead of the blond or the olive-skinned beauty who would be stunning with the long flowing raven tresses. For some, that blond color just doesn't work, and we judge them for their lack of judgment.

I started to go gray when I was in my 20's. By the time I was in my 30's I had a full head of gray hairs. My natural color was a deep sable brown. For many years I kept it that color. Unlike blonds who get dark roots, I knew it was time to get the hair colored when the white roots started to show. It got to the point, and I wasn't all that old, when it was getting difficult to keep the whites under control. That's when my hairdresser suggested blond. You know, it worked. I didn't have to color all that often.

Now I am platinum. I have no intention of going white. My hair may be my only vanity. Well, I may have more vanities, but I don't admit to them. Gray is not my color. We consider people with gray hair to be slowing down, not quite at the top of their game. And we are more judgmental about women who go gray than we are of men. We think it "ages" a woman where a man is "distinguished."

I'm keeping it short. I can be the perky blond one with bouncy short tresses that curl in unexpected ways when hands try to grab hold. Yeah, short hair has one other advantage, ladies. When he tries to grab you by your hair in those moments of passion, his fingers can't get so tangled they rip out whole strands.