I recently met a new friend. Before we were introduced, I’d noticed her. She seemed relaxed, had an ease about her, I liked her outfit, and mostly, she had a really fierce haircut. Within moments of a mutual friend introducing us, we were talking about having found ourselves and swapping old photos. See, we both have really really short pixie cuts, and we immediately bonded over the experience of having shorn our locks. (I know, it’s like I’m obsessed with my haircut. I kind of am.)
Hair is so complicated, isn’t it? Whether we like it or not, it’s one of the first messages people get from us about who we are just by glancing in our direction. Hair is power. Hair says something about who you are. So it seems only natural that you’d feel some sense of sisterhood (or brotherhood? Hi men!) with those who share your coiffure.
I’ve had about a million hairstyles in my life (what can I say, I guess I love change?), but hair camaraderie does seem to be kind of a constant. When I was blonde, I learned the secrets to having more fun, thick bangs came with their own sense of community, and when I had red hair, there was a whole different sisterhood locking approving eyes with me as I crossed the street.
So what do you think? Vanity or anthropology? I’m inclined to guess a little of both.
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