Catcalling is a problem I have raged against before.
It makes women feel small, in danger, unvalued, and objectified. Being yelled at on the street about how we look–even an under-the-breath muttering of “so beautiful”–is alarming and disgusting.
But having pink hair has created the most remarkably unexpected phenomenon.
Unheard of, I know. I honestly don’t think I can go back to a “normal” hair color ever again. My head is blowing up huuuuuuuge with all this real, non-creepy attention.
Take these two scenarios for example and compare them to the experience in my link above:
- I was at a winery over the summer and two men, at different times, unbeknownst to the other, came up to me and said, “I hate to bother you but I just wanted to say your hair is fantastic.” Both of them started with not wanting to bother me. To which i replied that it is never a bother to be complimented genuinely. Then the conversations went in these two directions
- “Your tattoo is also really cool. ok, I’ll leave you alone now!”
- “Sorry if I sound creepy. It’s just so cool. Ok, have a good day.”
- A woman stopped me in the airport saying, “Is that your real hair? It’s such a cool color.” Then she genuinely gushed at how great it was (the photo above is from that day, my hair was on point at the time, it’s true) then she asked if she could touch it. I said yes. Then she touched it with the gentlest of fingers and thanked me and before scampering away.
I’m not going to turn this into a lecture about how to give a genuine compliment. Men who catcall are not yelling at women because they actually want to give a compliment but gosh darn it they just don’t know how. They know what they’re doing. So I’ll refrain from lecturing (though you know I want to!!) and stick to my point. Sigh… If you know me at all, you know I hate staying on topic.
I was getting pretty down on society as a whole. I still am on many topics but I’ve found that pink hair has really helped to alleviate some of the day to day drudgery; being in a big city my daily routine is accosted by lewdness and unwanted comments.
Now before you go thinking I need daily compliments to keep my mood afloat, that is not what the dye job is about. It’s not an attention seeking maneuver.
The vibrancy of my hair also works are a buffer for my general demeanor. I’ve been told I come off as intimidating and often unapproachable. This is not who I am. At all. Please!! Approach me!! I like being approached. I’m a people person and a social butterfly. Unfortunately, I don’t project that. Apparently.
Except with pink hair.
The pink hair is like a beacon of warm invitation. The average stranger seems to be almost encouraged to talk to me, where they might otherwise not, because of my hair. The pinkness is like a signal that I’m harmless.
And that’s fine with me.
My daily life is filled with more real and genuine interactions. This ridiculous hair color has restored my faith in humanity!
But back to my point–I told you I hate sticking to it–So yeah, an end to catcalling, an increase in genuine interaction, and people think i’m approachable because of this flashy pinkness….
Pink hair, do care!