“Doth not nature itself teach you, that if a man have long hair it is a shame unto him? But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her. wrote Saint Paul to the people of Corinth (I Corinthians 11:14-15)”
This is what I found when I banged “symbolism of hair” into Google musing on this bloggy thing I am now writing- forget which site so a credit to wherever it is found- and first up I am an atheist, so am not quoting that for religious reasons.
Interesting though!
Obligatory short hair in middle age…what IS that all about?
As soon as you hit middle age, and the catalogues for weird beige clothing, and useless items like toeclippers used by those that cannot bend start to plop on to your doormat unbidden.
How do these people get your details? Is there a list for old fogeys that you somehow have ( wrongly!) been placed on?
The oddest thing is the pressure to cut your hair, or as a hissy queen of my aquaintance told me “get something modern!!” and, in my eyes, conform to the stereotype of a sexless middleaged invisible woman- just oblige society would you, and get neutered.
This is not to say that there aren’t some incredibly sexy women with very short spiky white/blonde hair ( you know who you are Tamara!) who look just sensational…
But I do not want to look like a suburban matron ( mutton dressed as lamb) or a woman who wears sensible shoes….which is how I feel I would look if I went the same way.
I cling to my shoulder length hair ( formerly shorter and permed relentlessly for 40 years can you believe it!) like a limpet to a rock, resisting multiple cries to get with the program..fondly thinking that I can still coquettishly toss my tresses with the best of the girls in the hilarious shampoo ads.
We all know older women who still have LONG beautiful salt and pepper grey hair but society definitely dislikes it- why do you think that is?
I am a totally low maintainance gal which is half the issue really- roll out of the shower, on with the BB moisture cream, hair upswept up into a ( stylishly bohemian I like to think) topknot, on with the eyebrows ( Joan Crawford has got nothing on me!!) and out of the door.
I am repelled by all the slimy synthetic silicon gunk that would be required to sculpt and give shape ( mostly like an electrocuted chicken from what I see on the street) to a short style, and being a rotund individual I need height, baby! to balance my chubby little face.
And it has to be said, I grew my hair, and stopped the hated “perming” 2 years ago especially to experience the sensual joy of hairbrushing again, and to finally own a Mason Pearson hairbrush at long last.
Having fondled them in Harrods years ago, I thought, I’m worth it, and I DESERVE a Rolls Royce hairbrush now, I’ve earned it- so I introduced them to our range!
And they are expensive, no doubt about it, but worth every penny for how it feels, and what it does to your hair.
This is the ultimate brush that you can pass on as an heirloom to your daughter- indeed such is the quality that the company will recondition the brush and “service” it so that it will last virtually forever, something you never see in our throwaway plastic society.
If you look at Mason Pearson’s website www.masonpearson.com all the benefits are there, but the experience isn’t and that is what makes it so special.
It is SOOOOOOO relaxing- a nightly ritual that Victorian era women espoused as the secret to healthy glossy hair ( 100 strokes from root to tip with the head hung down to improve blood flow) and I am living proof that it works- AMAZING, and I swear helps me to sleep better, scalp tingling and feeling all glowy ( but let’s not go there)
My hair is growing faster, and is the best that it has ever been, so hairbrushing with a beautiful brush,combined with our BB shampoo bars and Applecider and Herb Conditioning Rinse, is the ultimate combo treat for naturally healthy hair.
