So I dyed my hair pink. There are lots of reasons I did this. I’ve always loved how pink hair looks. Remember when Gwen Stefani did it with that 70s feathery ‘do? Fantastic.
Pink hair is having a moment in fashion now, though perhaps not for the Upper West Side mom contingent. Since I straddle a lot of different roles simultaneously, I decided what the hell. Using my beauty editor gig at Fashionista as my rationale (research, you know), I emailed Misty (my beloved hair stylist from Scott J on 72nd and Columbus) the Harper‘s picture above and asked: “Can you do this to my hair?” Her answer: “Hell, yes! Make an appointment. ” So I did.
A scary neon jar of Manic Panic in Cotton Candy Pink sat at Misty’s station. I eyed it warily and reiterated that I wanted my hair to be a soft baby pink, not 1982 pink. And for god’s sake, not on my whole head. Misty assured me that it would look much softer than it looks in the jar. Then I noticed a small line of print: “Glows under black light!” Perfect. The next time I go to a rave, or uh, the AMNH, I’d be ready.
After some back combing, painting, foil application, and 30 minutes under the dryer, the pink was set. After washing my hair, applying a gloss, and drying it into waves, I was ready to face the world. Shit. What did I just do?
Here are some of the encounters I had:
–Starbucks on 76th and Broadway: The barista loved it. Raved about it. Needed to know every detail of how I achieved the look.
–Barney’s Co-op on Broadway: My regular salesgirl did a double take at me, then said,”Your hair’s pink!” That’s all.
–My kid’s UWS school: The seven- and eight-year-old girls looked at me and giggled and pointed. Later at the carnival-themed school auction, people asked, “Oh, did you do that to your hair for this party?” Ooh. Burn.
-The Baseball Center (73rd and Broadway): Coach Victor, who spends all day long teaching boys how to play baseball in one of the stinkiest underground environments I’ve ever been in, gives me the thumbs-up. “Yo, pink hair!” Yo. That’s good, right?
My friends and MILo, who are highly amused by my occasional insane decisions, have been lovely and supportive, even going so far as to give me frequent compliments. You’re all lying through your teeth, but I love you for your enthusiasm, people!
So in case you’re planning on coloring your hair a shade that does not occur in nature, know this: It doesn’t last very long. It’s been a week and it’s faded down to a pastel pink. In another week it’ll be gone.
But I did it. I had pink hair.