Scene and heard

On the subway this morning, there was one bottle blonde standing by the front left doorway of the carriage, and another at the second door. I was at the fourth door, which is at the rear of the car. The immediately striking thing about these women was that both had been attracted to the same colour, although the one closer to me had spent considerably more money on her hair, having it streaked. The next striking thing was that this colour, so obviously not one of nature’s own, did not suit these obviously naturally brunette women one iota!

Indeed, the woman closer to me looked positively ghostly! She was also clearly uncomfortable in all of that hair. It was below her shoulders and was thick and shiny enough that it should have been attractive. However, it was clearly two sizes too big and she couldn’t keep her head still. She was constantly tilting it this was and that or doing the full head hair shake. Her right hand would then need to flick the hair into place.

So why was she moved to do this to herself? Gentlemen prefer blondes? Actually, I don’t really believe that. It may be instantly eye catching, but that really is the extent of the effect. An online poll I saw on the subject seemed to soundly refute this notion – and it made no provision for whether hair colours were real or L’Oreal! The size of her hair was something of a throwback to my early New York days, when Brooklyn women typically had rather too much of it. As with men who wear bad toupees, she was in real need of a friend to be honest with her.