Last week my sisters and my mom and I got haircuts. Short hair for all! Serenity is starting chemotherapy today and the rest of us just wanted to do something physical to show our solidarity and hopefully remind others to pray.
I love the ease of short hair. In fact, I keep wondering why, with all our green inclinations and earth-saving campaigns, our culture has not embraced short hair for women as a logical conclusion. Saves water, saves money, saves power (hair dryers, flat irons, and their kind), saves chemicals (less to highlight, strip, straighten, condition, etc.). Do the true-green among us wear their hair short? Or am I missing something?
Yet for something that makes so much sense, I still get so many comments, especially from other women, such as, “Wow. You look great. I could never pull that off.” Or, just as common, “My husband would never let me do that.”
I’m still a bit taken back by these comments. I’m not bothered by them personally, but I enjoy cultural observations and this one is rife with possibility. The comments themselves probably stand out to me a little more acutely right now because I chose to cut my hair this time for a specific purpose: to support my sister who will likely loose all her hair in the next two weeks. I mean, if you had to choose between being bald or dying, I’m guessing you’d choose bald and everyone around you would be fine with it. Could our attitude about hair tell us anything about our lack of eternal perspective? I’m always reminded of my own vanity when I have short hair – there seems to be no way around it, you wake up looking like a boy every morning – but this time around I’ve really been aware of the cultural/social elements as well.
I mean, it is just hair. But I’m guessing it is more. What I’m wondering is if it is good more or bad more? Or, hm, that’s interesting more? I don’t know yet. But I’m watching, listening, and learning.
In the meantime, best of luck, Seren! Here’s to praying that everything goes better than anyone expects.