I am over forty years old and have worn a ponytail all my life. I went through a brief teenage phase where I tried to keep up with the popular girls. My mom permed my hair and I went out to buy my very first curling iron. I stayed up all night practicing with that thing til my fingers had blisters from the intense heat. Well I managed to come up with a style of my own called the mushroom. At least that's what all the kids said my hair looked like.
This ritual went on for about four months and then it was back to the ponytail! The girls would ask me dumb questions like "are you hiding something in all that hair, does your mom still help you with your hair, how long does it take you to put that rubber band around your hair, can you do anything else besides a ponytail?" It became a choice of blister girl or ponytail girl. Since I was already use to the ponytail jokes it didn't bother me.
During twelfth grade the fashion world seemed to switch towards short hair and everyone was wearing some kind of bob. I dared myself for months and finally got the nerve to get a bob. What a rude awakening! This turned out to be my second lesson in hairology and I was flunking that class. I learned that sections of my hair grew in different intervals. That the bob cut required weekly maintenance consisting of a buzz cut in the rear and trimming of new growth on the sides. It also had to be tied down at night to keep the ends from curling up. Just way too much work for my taste.
Since the beautician was so generous that day, my bob was extra short. No more tossing my hair up on those bad hair days; it was too damn short. No way I could get a rubber band around that mess. There was no turning back now. Either I had to maintain the bob or go through the awkward grow-out hair cut phase. A choice had to be made and quickly. Well my mom did save a photo for my scrapbook of my first bob haircut! Oh well back to my ponytail.
This ritual went on for about four months and then it was back to the ponytail! The girls would ask me dumb questions like "are you hiding something in all that hair, does your mom still help you with your hair, how long does it take you to put that rubber band around your hair, can you do anything else besides a ponytail?" It became a choice of blister girl or ponytail girl. Since I was already use to the ponytail jokes it didn't bother me.
During twelfth grade the fashion world seemed to switch towards short hair and everyone was wearing some kind of bob. I dared myself for months and finally got the nerve to get a bob. What a rude awakening! This turned out to be my second lesson in hairology and I was flunking that class. I learned that sections of my hair grew in different intervals. That the bob cut required weekly maintenance consisting of a buzz cut in the rear and trimming of new growth on the sides. It also had to be tied down at night to keep the ends from curling up. Just way too much work for my taste.
Since the beautician was so generous that day, my bob was extra short. No more tossing my hair up on those bad hair days; it was too damn short. No way I could get a rubber band around that mess. There was no turning back now. Either I had to maintain the bob or go through the awkward grow-out hair cut phase. A choice had to be made and quickly. Well my mom did save a photo for my scrapbook of my first bob haircut! Oh well back to my ponytail.
Instead of cutting all your hair off like I did, give this virtual makeover a try. Just scan a photo of yourself into the program and let the fun begin. Practice getting that perfect look before you go to the salon. See HOME PAGE to buy the program.
One plus for the tomboy life, no blisters.
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Hey, just found your blog and I've been reading it. I am 40, still a tomboy and still wearing ponytails. Still wearing jeans, playing boy's games, running, doing adventurous things...
I once had my hair cut short (so traumatic I can still remember the date: 30 October 1983) and I spent the next 3 years as self-conscious slave to my hair, make up and other prissiness.
Oh! Never again.
I also liked you post on fingernails... Women become slaves to their fingernails & hair!
I really enjoyed this post, especially the “examples in this post” portion which made it really easy for me to SEE what you were talking about without even having to leave the article. Thanks
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