Being of the female persuasion, I am constantly looking for new things to do to myself. Seek a new style, a new body shape are popular, but the most realistic would be a new hair style. I amuse myself at the hair salon by flipping through magazines to see if a haircut catches my eye. I’d have a photo and everything. I’d make life easier for my stylist and I’d come out looking EXACTLY like the 20 something model, Right?! Well, that answer is no on many accounts. The first and foremost is… I’m not 20 something. Not even a little bit 20 something. I don’t remember 20 something it’s been so long ago. But that’s ok, because now I have wisdom.(giggle)
At the end of my journey through the magazines, I dutifully report to the lady who does the shampoo to get the color out of my hair. Being a natural blonde every five weeks is not as easy as you would expect. From there I go to the “chair” and invariably announce that we are doing the same cut. Why?! You may ask. There are forty three billion other styles in the magazine! But I say to you…the models all look like they are extremely pained to have their hairstyle. The pouts and frowns(without wrinkles) all look like they would like to slap the stylist for giving them this cut. And by pained, I mean disgust. I mean displeasure. I mean bad seafood pain.
There is even a name for it…moue. It’s pronounced moo, like cow. What makes the publishers, photographers and the models think that this is going to encourage me to get my hair cut like that?!
I have no desire to run around all day looking like I just found half of a worm in an apple. I want a hair cut that makes me feel happy. Make me feel pretty!
Why are these models so unhappy? I’d be thrilled to be 20 something with a paying job. If you ask the great and mighty Google, you get many articles explaining that smiling is just not done. Models are expected to have a dour or neutral expression. To be, as the article says “walking clothes hangers”. I’m sorry but I was raised in a time when models smiled and acted as if they enjoyed the hair that was styled for them or clothes that they wore. A much more vivid time when real personalities came to be displayed before us. The thought process was…I want that to be me! So I got the shag hair cut, I bought the outfit, I got the shoes. Now I could be as cool as that model!
I guess I have to get over the being happy thing. Head down, eyes up, look like your gonna blow at any moment. It’s not me. It’s not how you sell me something and I’m sure not gonna get my haircut to make me miserable! So for now, until I find something that looks like it will make me happy, it’ll be the same cut, please.
Someday the moue-ing models may smile. Maybe after they eat something.