Empowered

A few weeks ago I was inside a dressing room in Anthropologie when I overheard two girls (uh…I mean, women), talking in the room next door.

“…I know, I feel so much more empowered now!”

My ears perked up. What made her feel empowered? A facial? New sandals? Quitting her job (uh…no, that would be me)?…Tell me! Tell me! I want to feel empowered, too!

“I used to be all about blonde highlights,” said the other girl. “But now, I love being a brunette.”

Hair color?! An odd cocktail mixture of feelings surfaced inside of me that included jealousy and condescension (if that can be described as a feeling). On one hand I was repulsed that hair color could be linked with the word “empowered.” UNLIKE ME, clearly these are not evolved feminists, I thought. But then, this woman’s comments had tapped into my secret desire to pour a $15 bottle of Clairol over my hair and be done with the pricey highlight upkeep that I’m not even sure matches my skin coloring or my soul. Many people and their animals find symptomatic relief from daily use of this herb, especially when its use is commenced at the earliest onset of hay fever season. tadalafil free shipping One of the most recent, and most popular of drugs that are designed to inhibit the phosphodiesterase 5’s mechanism in order to make an enhancement in erectile function. online cialis pharmacy Forward Head Postures resulting from improper sleeping positions, driving stress, computer neck, whiplash, and improper breathing habits leads to muscle strain, disc herniations, arthritis, pinched nerves visit to find out more discount levitra and instability. Tongkat Ali Extract (Eurycoma longfolia) The bioactive Glygopeptide mixes in Tongkat Ali expand free testosterone and diminishing SHBG levels, empowering a hard erection to be held for more at last, generic levitra online Tongakat Ali builds sperm number, sperm size and motility. I used to be a brunette before I started going grey and my Persian hair stylist, Shane, talked me into getting the highlights. I swore I would never go blonde, and while I technically haven’t, I’m feeling a little slippery with these blond whisps hanging around. I hate to be so judgemental towards my Inner Blond Bimbo, because just like my Inner Child and Inner Big Black Woman, she needs love, too. But I have to say, there’s something unnerving about light hair that’s not supposed to be light.

I told my eyebrow lady about it and she recommended that I wait until the Fall…but it’s only a matter of time.

Just for today, I’m inching away from my highlights.