Senior Discounts Vs. Dying My Hair to Look Younger
Saving dollars as a silver fox
My favorite thing about my white hair is my senior discount on Tuesdays at Valley Foods. The cashier doesn’t even ask for my ID. I can’t believe hair dye was the only detail that kept me from saving 10% on groceries.
My white hair also gets me compliments about how well I am aging.
“You look great for your age,” strangers say, smiling at my ever lengthening white roots.
How old do they think I am? I have no idea what age I look great for. 50? 60? 70? I’m guessing not 30. I look old as hell for 20, but I’m a solid silver fox for 95.
I considered letting my hair go white a decade ago. Then I went out for coffee with my friend Blake. Blake was the king of our high school. He told us what to do, how to dress, and who to talk to. We adored him. He was bioluminescent in a sea of lemmings.
When I joined Blake for coffee, a decade ago, many years after the conclusion of high school, he spotted my white roots.
“Amalia!” he screamed, upon seeing the optical illusion of that results when light is refracted off white hair, creating a…
