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Janet Stephens is a real-life Indiana Jones: by day, she’s a hairdresser, but by night, she’s a hair archaeologist. Her interest isn’t just casual: she’s been published in academic journals, she presents regularly at conferences, and she is the first person to take studying and recreating ancient hairstyles seriously. Welcome, Janet Stephens!
On New Year’s Eve, I set my hair on fire. It wasn’t on purpose, like in some ancient Danish-Celtic ritual. I was home sick with a chest cold, and when I finally remembered the popcorn I left on the stove to burn, I took it to the trash. When I lifted the lid, flames flew up in my face. Read More In Which I Try Two Olive Oil Hair Treatments From Pinterest
I’m back, babies! And I brought a new tutorial with me. Read More Hair for Rookies: Four Ways to do a High Bun
Q: Any advice for shaving one’s pubic hair? I always seem to get, erm, stubble and that’s just not nice for sexytimes. (Nobody likes a carpet burn!) I’m kind of interested in waxing, but also terrified of it, so any insight into how to get a smooth mound would be (forgive me) gnarly! Read More The Hair Affair: Revisited
You know how sometimes people say things like, “I’ve been pulling my hair out trying to get this paper done,” or whatever? Well, in my life, it’s not an idiom. When I’m stressed out, I get real and actually pull my hair out. It’s an anxiety-related, impulse-control disorder called trichotillomania (that’s DSM-IV DR 312.39 for those of you who care). I guess it’s a pretty weird thing to have, and most people I know have never heard of it before, so I thought I’d share with you some information and some of my experiences. Read More Trichotillomania: I Pull Out My Hair
Greetings, kittens, and welcome back to another roundabout session of Ask The Editors, where we dive into the ethos of the Persephone question game. This week, we are talking about a subject that most ladies seem to deal with once they move into a certain sphere of life: hair–what’s professional? How will we answer? Who knows? Seek the answers you wish to find below, as we expend our collective knowledge on frizz, pigtails, and what the hell “professional” hair means. (Frankly, we still aren’t all that sure.)
There is a concept, deep in the recesses of second-wave feminism, that to be a “good” feminist, one must eschew patriarchal beauty standards. I understand that, I understand the principle of rejecting beauty ideals set up for us by men (and women!) for profit and pleasure. It makes complete sense to me that we should not have to exemplify these standards, especially when nobody is telling men to wear makeup and spend an hour curling their hair in the morning. And yet, I just can’t do it. I love my makeup and my hair straightener and my designer clothing, even though I know it’s just a show.