“I dyed my hair blonde because I wanted to feel better about myself. I do like it blonde, but it doesn’t make you happy. The truth is: it was a long hard winter and I thought, maybe this will change my life. But it never does. I should know that by now, I’m 36 years old.”
When Maggie Gyllenhaal dyed her pixie cut a lovely shade of blonde earlier this year, I assumed it must be for a role. But in a recent interview The Independent, Gyllenhaal confessed that she had turned to the (peroxide) bottle in an attempt to ease her seasonal depression. She’s right that a new look rarely has a lasting impact on one’s mood, but thank goodness the blonde actually looked nice on her. (She’s since gone back to being a brunette.) I once ruined a perfectly decent spring by getting a terrible wedge haircut. [People]
Do blondes really have more fun? In the case of Daenarys “Khaleesi” Targaryen, “Game of Thrones”‘ Mother of Dragons, it’s tough to say. What we do know, though, is that Emilia Clarke, who plays Khaleesi, is currently appearing on Broadway as Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, which necessitated that she wear her hair in its natural dark brown glory. Thankfully, the stark white Khaleesi look is actually a wig, so Clarke’s hair is relatively undamaged. Not so for many of the other celebs on this list, who’ve transformed themselves from brunette to bottled white blondes with the help of a healthy heaping of bleach. Take a look, and tell us whether you like the white blonde look, or prefer their darker tresses.
Have you been catching those commercials for the new Food Network show “Chef Wanted”? The show stars chef Anne Burrell as a Gordon Ramsey-esque totalitarian attempting to whip a bunch of amateur chefs into shape. Will we watch it? Maybe, because who doesn’t love watching a bunch of grown ass adults be belittled by someone? That’s a foundational element to reality TV. But in the meantime, I believe I’ve unlocked the keys to the Food Network Kingdom: Blonde spikey hair. Consider, if you will, Burrell, along with Supreme Yeller Gordon Ramsey and Fire-themed Clothing Fanatic Guy Fieri. Too much of a coincidence for my brain. Keep reading »
I was born with bright blonde hair. My dad is blond, but my mom’s Italian family members were so sure their firstborn grandchild would possess their olive skin and black hair that they accused the nurses of bringing out the wrong baby when I made my pale, blonde debut. In my early 20s I had a brief flirtation with the idea of going red (which I’ve since discovered is a common symptom of a quarter life crisis), but other than that I’ve never dreamed of veering away from my (literal) blonde roots. Over the weekend I added some new highlights to amplify my natural color, and it got me thinking about what it means to be a blonde. Pop culture insists blondes have more fun. Millions of women eagerly bleach their hair into oblivion in order to, as Amelia puts it, “chase the blonde dragon.” Hell, I spent two hours and 70 bucks to make my hair blonder than it already was. But contrary to popular belief, the glamorous blonde lifestyle definitely has some downsides. Here are five that come to mind… Keep reading »
At various points in our lives, we all have to reckon with who we are and what we really want. For some of us, this lesson comes in the form of a dream job that we wind up hating. For others, it’s a relationship that looks good on paper but doesn’t have the spark we want.
For me, it was in the form of bleach that once made its acquaintance with the hair on my head.
Let me give you a little background. My hair has always been on the blonde side, either by nature or nurture. When I was a kid, it was the color of beach-y, grainy sand. Around middle school, when my locks threatened to veer into the light brown end of the rainbow, I started using a product called Sun-In to lighten them. For all intents and purposes, Sun-In is hydrogen peroxide and water, but what do you want? I was 12. Read more…
You know those T-shirts that say “Blondes Have More Fun”? They make me sort of wistful. For a hefty portion of my life, being blonde was a significant part of my identity, one that was hard to give up. I was born blonde and remained naturally so until junior high, when my hair started to darken with puberty. That’s when I took to the bottle — the bottle of peroxide that is. I associated being blonde with being pretty, feminine, and fun. In junior high I did not feel particularly pretty, feminine, OR fun, but I really wanted to be, so dying my hair — lighter … and lighter … and lighter — was my way of grasping for those qualities. Keep reading »