I’ll be 40 this year (yipe!). And 40 is a Big Birthday. And when one is staring down the business end of a Big Birthday, one starts to ponder. One of the things I’m pondering is what it means to be a middle-aged (eep!) woman in this culture.
One thing that it means is that I’m no longer the target for handwringing articles urging me to get married and have children before it’s too late. It’s already assumed to be too late! Pressure’s off on that score.
Another thing it means is that I face somewhat of a dilemma: do I opt out of trying to look young, even if that means a certain amount of invisibility in a culture which prizes feminine youthfulness? Do I try instead to cultivate a look of authoritativeness?
The question before me now is: do I stop coloring my hair and let the gray come in?
I’ve been coloring my hair since college, which is coincidentally when I started getting my first gray hairs. Those weren’t the reason for the dye jobs, though; I was just experimenting. Indeed, one of my first experiments went very awry (I envisioned some kind of blonde highlights in my chestnut-brown hair; I wound up with brassy orange), and when the roots came in, I just picked a darker color and re-did the whole thing. Suddenly, I had auburn hair, and people started noticing it. I got stopped on the street and told how beautiful my hair was (oddly enough, people assumed the haircolor was real, but asked me if I wore colored contact lenses). I enjoyed the attention.
But after a while, more and more gray started coming in, and covering it up became more of a hassle. But still, there wasn’t enough gray yet for me to even consider laying off the dye — I’d always told myself that I’d love to have gray hair, I just didn’t want graying hair. “Gray hair” made me think of my middle-school friend Ellen’s mom — Mrs. W was prematurely gray, and in her mid-30s had lovely, striking silver hair which set off her green eyes.
So I kept dyeing my hair, and trying to keep the root growth to a minimum; as a result, I never really got a sense of just how gray my hair really was, because I couldn’t get a good look at it.
Now, though — I have not been able to color my hair for about two months because I just refinished my bathtub and put my apartment up for sale. I don’t want to do anything that might stain the finish before I have the contract signed. And I noticed the other day, what with there being two months’ worth of roots, that I might just be gray enough, finally.
Unfortunately, I’m not really sure how to proceed here. I don’t want to walk around with a giant skunk stripe of undyed gray hair in the middle of my head. If I switch to henna for the new growth, will that eventually fade out? Do I have to cut it all off and start fresh?
Help!
And feel free to share your thoughts re: gray hair, aging and the way that middle-aged (urk!) women are viewed.