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I Was Fired For Dying My Hair
How times have changed
I was watching a television interview with a UK government minister recently. She had red hair, dyed scarlet. And she was in a top job in government.
It made me reflect on how times have changed since 1991, when at the age of 17, I had a job in a shop. I got a load of shit from my boss because Iād dyed my hair. It never occurred to me that I needed permission to dye my hair, nor that the colour of my hair was their decision, not mine.
I hadnāt worked there for long, but I celebrated my new job by enjoying some things that I couldnāt previously afford. One of those things was to buy some hair dye. Iād had highlights when they gave me the job, so it wasnāt my natural colour then either. I liked to experiment, and changed colour regularly. I was 17. Thatās what 17 year olds do!
I dyed my hair black, as Iād done many times before, and used a little more eyeliner, so I didnāt look too pale, and to complement the dark colour. Apart from that, I was in the staff uniform. I looked smart and presentable. I was told off by my boss, who obviously didnāt like my black hair.
I knew the colour would fade, because it always did. I have fine hair and colours never lasted long. Colours seem to be more permanent on people with thick hair.