I H8 UR DIK: Hair

There are a lot of ways to Smash the Patriarchy and one of them is to cut your own hair.

Think about it: doing your hair yourself is another way to sever your ties to an industry that is part of the vast conspiracy to take away women’s agency and control how they look through the conferring of “expert” status on random people with no real qualifications, in this case dudes with scissors. You notice how all the Hair Stylists to the Stars are men? What the heck man! And haircuts remain a service with staggeringly different prices for men and women. James Butler can get a short back & sides for $25 but my hair–a very similar style!–costs $60+? Nuh uh! Cutting your own hair is cheap AND subversive. Also it is fun.

I started cutting my own hair when I lived in Japan and going to the hairdresser was way more than I could afford and also I was intimidated by the very thought of it because my Japanese was infantile and hairdressers there are Really Cool. But I was also going through a (still continuing) phase of reeeeally not caring too much about fucking up my personal appearance, because it’s Mine and I can Do What I Want with my own body and if people don’t like it then they can shove it because I’m not here to make your eyes happy YA JERK.

So in the bathroom of my dorm after I’d successfully scalp-bleached my own hair better than any hairdresser had ever done (take THAT beauty industry) I took some nail scissors and had at it, and it turned out pretty reasonable! And I felt the power that DIY always instills in me, like I was taking back part of myself from the hands of strangers, like I was in control of another little part of my life, which is a big deal when you’re twenty and living in another country without any fucking clue about basically anything.

I have short hair which is actually harder to make look reasonable without training, but if I can do it y’all can do it and I highly recommend it! Even just once. Even just to know that you can. Even if it’s just so you can run crying to your trusted hairdresser and beg her to fix it, because that’s a valuable bonding experience that I won’t try to deny you and anyway there are strong arguments to be made for going to the hairdresser as a feminist act because feminism is nothing if not contradictory.

HAIRCUTS: more political than you ever needed them to be.

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