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The Egyptian Daily | Chronicle of culture: cut my hair; Ultimate Don’t Mess With Me

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Three years ago, after growing my hair out for ages, caring for it and maintaining it like it was my child, I decided to cut my hair to medium length. It was my freshman year of high school, and I had always trotted around for a cropped bob or a shaggy layered look, so I thought maybe I could give a bob a go.

Taking inspiration from photos of the late French singer Edith Piaf, I wanted it clean and straightforward, which I did after also adding bangs to the list of things I wanted. After a morning trip to the beauty salon, I felt amazing; I went with a very blunt and straight bob with even more extreme and blunt bangs.

The next day, I got up horribly early to take off the wet curlers I had put on the day before, brush my curls until they turned into waves, and pin two really big clips on either side of my head. After feeling that my hair was good enough to leave the house, I dressed up in what I can only describe as a very European style outfit, sang my little song of confidence and left the house. .

This school day was a day full of mixed reviews and emotions. You see, I was so caught up in the excitement of having this hairstyle, I kind of neglected to tell everyone, so there was no warning. I went from long layers to Clara Bow overnight. A lot of people asked me if it was a wig, and even more people asked me why I made it. There were sporadic compliments here and there, mostly backhanded, but I give them better than I receive them, so almost everyone had an earful that day. I had finally given up hope when I sat down to lunch with the guy I liked, and he looked over at me and said, “What did you do to your hair? ” while pointing his finger to his head. Only a day after I had this new bob, and I was sick of it.

My distaste for my new bob was less something that I personally felt, as I felt quite chic with it, and more of a feeling that others judged, and I wasn’t happy about it. I was tired of being compared to Lord Farquad from Shrek, who I was told I had a resemblance to. Generally, people are not very receptive to this hairstyle because it has long been perceived as old-fashioned and old-fashioned, but they never really went out of fashion. What do people dislike about the bob hairstyle?

The 1920s was when we saw the bob hairstyle, especially on women. The “pageboy bob” had existed for centuries before, but exclusively for men, as women were believed to have much more fashionable hairstyles throughout history, always long, even if hidden or tied up. When you close your eyes and think of a woman, you usually think of someone with long hair, because that is what is perceived as feminine in Western cultures.

The bob was a big step in women’s hairstyles; he abandoned traditions that women’s hair should be long, but a lot of people had a very big problem with this, as it ‘masculinized’ women and made them unattractive. Many women turned away from it and clung to their long hair, hugging it to the curls and styles of the head, but most women, by the end of the decade, had cut their hair and let the hair down. head weight. past.

Time has passed and hairstyles have changed as they always do but many women have always chosen to have a bob because it has something that most hairstyles don’t have and that is the convenience. With most haircuts you can’t just place it just behind your ears and it will stay put, but with a bob you can; you can do anything with it. It’s also easier to get under a bandana or even wear a hat. Over the decades, as hair styles evolved, got bigger and even shorter, many women still opted to keep their bobs because they were so easy to maintain.

It’s been 100 years of bob hairstyles, and people still have a problem with them. It’s quite shocking to think about. You can’t just say, “I don’t like bobs. They just don’t look good,” because that’s not a good enough explanation. Why don’t they look right to you? Are they too masculine? Maybe they are a bit old ladies for you? More than likely the reason you don’t like the style is that you know someone, probably a woman, who had a bob and was powerful, maybe even a little intimidating. Take note of this as you go through life: the most sensible women in the world usually have their hair cut in length with or without bangs.

A few years have passed, and my hair has grown down to my shoulder blades, and I’m living life a little more adult now, scared of how people made me feel about having the hairstyle I so wish I had had back. While watching my new comfort show, Downton Abbey, I’ve become a bit obsessed with the hairstyles of the show, and one particular scene from season five where one character in particular cuts his hair and shocks his family by looking like “Pola Negri”. This silly scene brought back that feeling of indescribable joy I felt after getting a haircut a few years ago. I wanted it. It’s been a new decade since, and fashion always repeats itself, so maybe I’d give the bucket hat a second chance.

Nervous and excited, I made an appointment with my sister-in-law at the salon where she works. After hours of dyeing, cutting and smoothing, my sweet magician sister turned me to the mirror and showed me my final results. My heart was pounding with excitement when I looked into the glass and saw the most beautifully styled angled bob I have ever seen. Full of praise, I left the beauty salon feeling strong and invincible.

I’m still getting stares since I cut my hair, but instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, I feel powerful and strong, like I could take on the world. I noticed something about having a bob and how it’s the ultimate “don’t mess with me” haircut. I’m not sure exactly why, but I’m pretty sure it’s rooted in judgment about what kind of bob you have and how strength and willpower are generally seen as snobby or cold.

I’m sure I’ll change my hair again someday, but I’m not sure; this style seems to suit me at the moment. Until then though, I’m going to sport around my bob and hold myself high, because that’s what it takes to even have a bob in this world.