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As I began to slowly let my hair go gray, I noticed some attitude changes from society. The first thing that surprised me was some people showed me more respect. The second thing that surprised me wassome people acted as if I were irrelevant.
For example, I was walking into a common variety store and a young man in dreadlocks wearing his pants under his butt was in front of me. He stepped aside with a flashing, beautiful smile and held the door open for me. I had the idea that if I had said, “Pull up those pants, young man,” he would have immediately complied, perhaps thinking of his own grandmother.
On the other hand, I have sensed that I can become insignificant in the eyes of clerks, waiters, and those charging forward to complete their lives. Also, as a fairly fast driver, some drivers can’t handle the fact that a gray granny in a Subaru has passed them by.
No matter. Going gray is a journey and I’m amused by the voyage.
MULLING IT OVER
Do you think women in certain professions feel going gray will affect their profession?
When does vanity or necessity no longer impact a woman’s decision to go gray?
Do you have a story to tell about going gray or deciding that only your hairdresser will be the one who knows for certain?