By lie, I mean I bleached the shit out of my hair and then dyed it over and over and over again. Since then I've had periods of letting it go back to it's natural brown, once every woman and their mother/aunt/sister/niece/trixie best friend who saw this or this and thought "Damn it, I wanna be a red head too!".
And while those young, sexypants ladies are all good reasons to want to capture the natural lustiness of a true ginger, I've attached my reasons to a few different women.
Women that I idolize, that I adore and that one day I hope allow me to gain entrance into their glorious society of talented divas, via my (fake) hair color.*
This actually should count for two, obviously.
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Ever since middle school- this lady:Three
Of course, I mean, Of. Course. If you know me, of fucking course.
Four
I'm not sure I've met a young woman yet who isn't singing this woman's praises on high. (plus, John Candy as Divine makes this clip a treat)Five
Last, but certainly not least. *Granted, not all famous red heads are true red heads, but I've determined this to give the color even more power. Why else would everyone want it?
3 comments:
Whatever, it's just because you can't be the companion of a timelord unless you're a redhead.
Okay, so I've been watching Dr Who. What are you going to do about it?
I wish I could go red and rock it like Florence from Flo & The Machine!
Going red is something you can always go back from. It doesn't last very long and is a bit of a bitch to keep up with. I say go for it!
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