Fun read; thank you. I teach, and every one of the female teachers in the building colors her hair. Sometimes I stand up after lunch and see into the part of someone I had never thought about having grey hair, and there are the sparkles. I thought they weren't going grey because I didn't see grey, which is the same ruse they play on the students. I see teachers at barbeques at the end of summer and we all have grey in our hair, but come the first day of school it is GONE.
I did color my hair before we went to Florida in December, but I haven't colored it since, and I still struggle with whether I will. The funny thing is that when students ask about how old I am (I always tell them that I am just shy of 500, but don't look a day over 450) and then guess among themselves, they guess anything from 31 to 63. Basically young children have no concept whatsoever of age, and 27 sounds ridiculously old to them anyway, so what's the point in trying to look younger? I remember thinking in middle school that I would be 30 at the turn of the century, so I wouldn't be able to party because I wold be so old. So what are we trying to hide, really? The kids think we're all ancient, grey hair or not!
But I've always maintained that I will never rule anything out. Maybe someday Botox or fillers will be right for me (they aren't now). Maybe a mini facelift will be worth it (it isn't now). But for now, I have to figure that for anyone who matters (friends, colleagues, most adults), I'm either not all that old anyway, or I am so unfathomably old that it just doesn't matter (students, children and young people). And that will probably be true for most of my life.
