Curiosity takes me to vanity and making excuses
Do you ever make excuses for something that paints you in a negative light? I am cheap, always have been and now that I am not working full time, probably more so. The word cheap has, to me, a negative connotation (stingy, miserly, penny-pinching, cheeseparing – hadn’t seen that word before!) so I find myself occasionally rationalizing things that I do.
I found myself in the hair dye aisle at the drugstore the other day. (This is where vanity comes in) My hair is going grey, and, as you can see from the picture, it is really noticeable! I have a swath of grey around my face, which shows really badly when I put my hair in a ponytail. Too cheap to spend the money (and frankly not willing to spend the two hours it takes) on highlights, I decided to check out boxed hair dye. I didn’t spend long as I have always been nervous of DIY colour as I have red in my hair and don’t want to end up with an orange shade – been there, done that.
So, here comes the rationalization part in which I try to justify not dying my hair. Can I make the reason sound better? What about the possible links to cancer, or the impact on the environment from washing the chemicals down the drain?
The American Cancer Society has been researching whether hair dyes can cause cancer and have not come up with any conclusive evidence. They have found a slight increase in the risk of bladder cancer for hairstylists. The smell alone would cause anyone to wonder if it is good for you.
There are also a number of chemicals which get washed down the drain, which then end up who knows where. If I were to be truthful, though, I can’t use this as an excuse, as I use a bunch of products with chemicals – I like the bleach smell in cleaners which go down the drain, along with the Draino to unclog – yikes!
All in all, I don’t think my excuses stand up, so I will continue to be cheeseparing (maybe someone else might not know what that means) and not go to the salon and dye my hair. I might try henna as it is completely natural, or I may just put on my pink hair extensions so people will stare at those instead.
I would love to hear if anyone else makes some good rationalizations in the name of beauty and aging gracefully. I leave you with a few quotations:
As we grow old…the beauty steals inward. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Aging gracefully is supposed to mean trying not to hide time passing and just looking a wreck. Don’t worry girls, look like a wreck, that’s the way it goes. — Jeanne Moreau