Hotter Than a Pepper Sprout

I've been trying really hard to give 2016 a break. I've even been a little surly about the "F#*k 2016" movement, especially when it comes to celebrity deaths. "Yes," I've said (mostly to myself) "it's sad that so-and-so has died, but people die every day, blah blah blah..." I really have been moved by many of the celebrity deaths this year (Prince, Sharon Jones, Leonard Cohen, even George Michael) and I feel bad for all the grieving fans. I know many people are sincerely and deeply affected when a beloved celebrity dies, myself included, and I don't want to trovialize or mock that. But I also think we collectively go a little nuts. Public displays of grief sometimes feel like a fad to me, and I feel like they somewhat demean our private griefs. While I get that 2016 has definitely had high visibility in it's suckitude, 2000, the year my mom died, wins the "F#*k You Year" title for me. And of course we all have our ...

I did NOT dye my hair last night...  and that feels like an accomplishment. I may be on the serial hair dyeing spectrum, so I'm trying to explore the possibility of life less devoted to chemicals. No, I'm not ready to embrace the natural look, (I don't want to know how grey I truly am) but it seems like putting less chemicals on my hair (and by extension sending them out into the world) could be a good thing. I may have an unrealistic standard for grey roots so am trying to learn to tolerate a little less hair perfect. I'm pretty sure no one else knows or care is I have an eighth of an inch of roots. Not to mention that cutting back on my every three weeks hair dyeing habit will save me a little time and money. It won't save me that much time and money, as I am a DIY hair colorist. I don't think I've had my hair professionally dyed for over ten years. And although I am pretty cheap, the main reason I color my own hair is I just can't (or won't) m...