Confessions... IV
I got my hair cut today. I've wanted to get it cut since before I moved to Toledo but:
A) I'm lazy
B) I'm cheap
C) I don't care all that much about my hair.
What finally drove me to do the deed was the constant headache I've had the past few weeks from wearing my hair up. That extra weight had to come off, so I caved and decided to spend the dough on a nice place and get a good haircut (no more Supercuts = a mullet for me.)
I'm not trendy or very good with fashion. Which is why I always feel like a failure after a haircut at a "real" Salon (you know, the ones where they offer you a drink.) It's the same feeling as having your Dentist harping on you about not flossing every time you see him. I always tell the girl (or sometimes guy) cutting my hair that I am LOW maintenance when it comes to hair.
If I wanted, I could trace my lack of hair knowledge back to my mother who never braided my hair or did much besides run a brush through it. Consequently the nifty little hair twist I often wear is actually a huge beauty technique success for me. For most of my life I couldn't even figure out how to make a decant ponytail.
Anyway, despite my insistences that I NEVER use product and don't own a flat iron, I ended up with a very styled, very gooey, very hip hair style. Thankfully I also got a good enough cut so when I wake up tomorrow I won't look like a complete freak after I do my hair.
But this brings to light how exhausting it is for me to live in a world of ever changing fads. Just when I think I've caught up, I pause to take a look around and realize I've fallen way behind again. Today was one of those days.
Back from my hair appointment I felt good, like, "Yes I'm back on track." And then I logged onto MySpace. There I discovered that I am once again so very behind.
It started with a trip to my friend Brandi's page. She's got an ultra cool hair style (she always has a great one.) Now, her hair cut isn't something I could wear, but it made me wonder about how she's always up with the latest fashions. To be honest I feel like a frump next to her wicked style.
Then I hoped over to another friend's page. For some silly reason I though I was familiar with all the hot songs out right now. But nope, the one by Akon playing on her page was new to me. Hell, I still though of JT's Sexyback as being the hip song of the moment, when really it's getting old already. Guess I need to lay off the NPR on the way to work.
Talking to someone last week I ripped on Leggings being back in style, and today my totally cool hair dresser was wearing a pair (and she looked good!)
I just can't keep up, but every six months or so I say to myself, "Get it together girl, you're falling into loser-land again." So I pick myself up, learn a new accessory technique or two, download a few new songs to my IPOD, and try to pass myself off as anything but the dork I truly am.
Only it never lasts, and it wears me out trying to play dress up. So then I sink back into "What the hell do I care what others think of me" mode and get on with my life until the "cool" bug bites me again.
What it ultimately comes back to is epitomized perfectly by one of Weird Al's new songs. I really am just too "White and Nerdy."
A) I'm lazy
B) I'm cheap
C) I don't care all that much about my hair.
What finally drove me to do the deed was the constant headache I've had the past few weeks from wearing my hair up. That extra weight had to come off, so I caved and decided to spend the dough on a nice place and get a good haircut (no more Supercuts = a mullet for me.)
I'm not trendy or very good with fashion. Which is why I always feel like a failure after a haircut at a "real" Salon (you know, the ones where they offer you a drink.) It's the same feeling as having your Dentist harping on you about not flossing every time you see him. I always tell the girl (or sometimes guy) cutting my hair that I am LOW maintenance when it comes to hair.
If I wanted, I could trace my lack of hair knowledge back to my mother who never braided my hair or did much besides run a brush through it. Consequently the nifty little hair twist I often wear is actually a huge beauty technique success for me. For most of my life I couldn't even figure out how to make a decant ponytail.
Anyway, despite my insistences that I NEVER use product and don't own a flat iron, I ended up with a very styled, very gooey, very hip hair style. Thankfully I also got a good enough cut so when I wake up tomorrow I won't look like a complete freak after I do my hair.
But this brings to light how exhausting it is for me to live in a world of ever changing fads. Just when I think I've caught up, I pause to take a look around and realize I've fallen way behind again. Today was one of those days.
Back from my hair appointment I felt good, like, "Yes I'm back on track." And then I logged onto MySpace. There I discovered that I am once again so very behind.
It started with a trip to my friend Brandi's page. She's got an ultra cool hair style (she always has a great one.) Now, her hair cut isn't something I could wear, but it made me wonder about how she's always up with the latest fashions. To be honest I feel like a frump next to her wicked style.
Then I hoped over to another friend's page. For some silly reason I though I was familiar with all the hot songs out right now. But nope, the one by Akon playing on her page was new to me. Hell, I still though of JT's Sexyback as being the hip song of the moment, when really it's getting old already. Guess I need to lay off the NPR on the way to work.
Talking to someone last week I ripped on Leggings being back in style, and today my totally cool hair dresser was wearing a pair (and she looked good!)
I just can't keep up, but every six months or so I say to myself, "Get it together girl, you're falling into loser-land again." So I pick myself up, learn a new accessory technique or two, download a few new songs to my IPOD, and try to pass myself off as anything but the dork I truly am.
Only it never lasts, and it wears me out trying to play dress up. So then I sink back into "What the hell do I care what others think of me" mode and get on with my life until the "cool" bug bites me again.
What it ultimately comes back to is epitomized perfectly by one of Weird Al's new songs. I really am just too "White and Nerdy."
posted by SassyJill at 1:05 PM
2 Comments:
OMG! The whole time I was reading this post I wanted to ask you sooooo bad if you had gotten the new Weird Al cd yet. And, then you quoted him -- how dorkily awesome! Yes, we are geeky gals and it really does have to do with the way we were raised. Still, I love us. I think we're wayyy more awesome this way =)
*ahem, Celia raises hand* I'm a big ole dorko too, so you're not alone. :) I only manage to write cool character's through observing the cool crowd, not because I actually am a part of them. The fact that you even attempt to follow what's cool in the world today puts you eons past me. I'm simply too oblivious to notice. LOL
Celia
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