Hair discrimination. The struggle is real!

Recently, I had a discussion with a co worker about the color of our hair. She noted my current profile picture was different than the one I use for communications at work. Yes, she is right. There have been two instances in my life where I was not a blonde or some variation thereof. They were short lived. I am not sure why the first time I dyed my hair a darker color did not last long but I can probably guess that I absolutely hated it.


The second one, of course more recently, was for wholly different reasons.


I dyed my hair black. I had never had black hair before. I always wanted black hair. I bit the bullet and went all out. Immediately, I noticed how people responded to me. For those that knew me well, they were like "WELL! Oh! Um. Ok. You changed your hair?"  Others, even perfect strangers would look at me and begrudgingly go...."Oh, its you." I found it odd that people would respond to me that way. I felt like a sheeple. No, more like those little people you cut out of notebook paper that are holding hands. You know, a never ending chain of the same exact people? I did not like how that made me feel. All my life, people have lit up like sunshine when I came in the room or at least acknowledged that me breathing was at least worth a smile and a hello.


To further make me decide never to do anything so stupid in my life, ever again, I went back to blonde and everyone lit up when I walked into the room. Now unless someone is wholly perturbed by my presence, they at least smile and wish me a hello.


I wonder how people do it. You know, the ones with black or dark brown hair?  They must be miserable. I wonder what life would be like were we all blonde? I am guessing the world would be a happier place. However, in the current state of mind I carry, I find that hard to believe but hey, wishful thinking always helps. Yes?


Back to the discussion with the co worker. She made these very same observations. Then she summed it all up with 2 words that fit appropriately.

HAIR DISCRIMINATION

Think THAT will ever become a protected class of citizens?  "We are an equal opportunity place. No person shall be discriminated against due to age, sex, religion, race, orientation, or HAIR COLOR."  I look for it to be the next civil rights thing after we finally realize that our GLBT friends finally get what they deserve: Equal Treatment under the law. (Ah, but that is a digression that will take MONTHS and YEARS for me to cover. Also, it is a political opinion in this era and you know me......I do not discuss my political opinions.)

What do YOU think?

Nothing to see here...move along now.

I am the first to admit that I am nosey.  How else do you make friends in high places unless you "know" a thing or two.  This may sound hypocritical (sp?) but I absolutely HATE it when people gawk and stare at me when I am in a situation.  While it does not happen much, it happens.

Everyone has that nightmare neighbor. You know, the one that wants to make your life absolutely miserable every chance they get. Well, we are fortunate to have one of those.  There has been some animosity over a gentlemens agreement over a fence so I choose not to say much to her and, for the most part, it stays pretty quiet. However, every now and again there are some issues.

Should we choose to mark the corners of our property, there is not much that you can do about it. It is private property and it is our business.  It is not up to outsiders to remove the marking. Especially if it is just inside the property line. I am so very sorry for you that you believe it to be in your way but that is not my problem. I am tired of you driving through my property to turn around and do your business.  Leave the marker alone and there will be no problems. The only problem that I see is that you do not know how to drive and you were the first one to bend the silly pole on MY property in the first place.

Do I sound like I am venting a little? Maybe just a little bit. I am not a big fan of conflict.  Conflict starts with the same letter as chaos and we all know that chaos is not on my list of things that make me smile. The way I see it. Live and let live. That was what the police told me anyway. I noted that I don't have to live with her but that I do have to live NEXT to her.  Now for the next few months, she will scream jamaican cursewords at me at the top of her voice every single time she sees me. Usually (10 times out of 10) I will have my kids with me and she will scare the bejesus out of them. That is not very nice. It is pretty annoying. But hey, I didn't start it. She can scream all she wants to. I am just going to sit there and look at her like she is being stupid. Because she really is.

All this drama over a property pole?  (As Bruce, from Family Guy may say.) Yes. Yes it is.  There, I feel a little better. Let's hope that this too, shal pass.