UK: The ‘Pressure’ on Women to be Bleached Blonde

Ok, ok, I was one once. The ‘pressure’ got to me too. It was all in the magazines and on TV, movies etc. It was ‘wrong’ to have your own hair colour.

I tell you what, I didn’t like being bleached blonde after a while, and nor did my hairdresser who moaned about my split ends and thinning hair which became ‘brassy’ over time.

For a time, it was ‘ok’ but as years went by, I recognised that people treated me as ‘less’ and I got patronised and I even had women being ‘jealous of me’. Men definitely changed and treated me as a woman that could be ‘dominated’ or ‘ignored’ my voice. At the time, I didn’t always realise this but over time I did.

It got to stage that I got sick of being ‘someone else’, ignored and patronised, and I didn’t want my hair, already thinning, being destroyed to bits. I now embrace a natural, shiny, healthy and authentic look, and I love it. My hair is mine, unique and it doesn’t look like everyone else’s. And, if I carried on putting this nuclear colouring, I would not have any hair left. When you get older, it is normal to have thinning hair, let’s not make this happen even quicker!

I was at a café today in Kent and I noticed that all the women had ‘bleached blonde’ bobs, like some kind of clones. I have never seen so many in one café. They looked unconfident. Would they go back to being brunette? Probably not. I suppose at the time, they thought the bleached blonde looked nice, it covers their natural hair and grays, but when you see everyone in your cafe friend group looking all the same, it is kind of weird. It is like stepping in some horror film actually.

They were clearly terrified of, dare we say it, looking older. It was weird, you could hardly tell them apart. Maybe they’re only friends with people who look like them? It seemed all of them felt pressure to have this clone bleached colour and hairstyle. Granted that bobs can be convenient, and I do like them. Maybe they wore bobs as their hair was too unhealthy to grow it longer? I know some people who have really, long, healthy silver hair.

The women were in their forties to sixties. It frightens me that I was once like them, thinking it was cool to be bleached blonde. Maybe they all bought Sainsburys ‘No 4’ box blonde? There must be so much pressure for these middle aged women to be blonde and ‘young looking’, so that perhaps their man doesn’t run off with a younger woman. Listen, you have chosen THE WRONG MAN! I wonder if they feel they are a ‘loser’ if they don’t colour their hair blonde? Some stay chemically bleached well into their OAP years. Catherine Denerve, seems to get away with it, somehow, but her hair must be completely wrecked. Maybe she has a blonde wig, like Barbara Windsor? As more and more women, get cancer, particularly breast cancer in middle age, and companies are secretive about what they really put in their hair colouring, you would think they would want to try and prevent early cancers?

Now I have decided to be an authentic, confident, woman and not give into chemical Blonde Pressure. It saves me money and time too. Ironically, do I have any bleached blonde friends, ha, no but I have a few independently, minded, chemically-free brunette and ‘other’ friends! I get more respect, people listen to me to more, in general, but I look ‘free thinking, confident and independent’ and not chained to the hairdresser for a bleached, blonde, unnatural, and that is the key, look. I have confidence, and the balls, to be myself.

Maggie Thatcher was bottle blonde, but then she was Tory, and you cannot be a ‘successful woman’, unless you are bleached Marilyn Monroe blonde? I wonder where she should be if she was an authentic, chemically- free, brunette?

My heroine is Boudicca, a feisty and powerful, natural red beauty, proud to be herself.


London: How I ‘deal’ with Dirty Smokers

I hate it when smokers drop their fag butts on to the street particularly in London when many people allow them to do it which makes the problem worse.

When I see them chuck their fag butt on the floor (or other kinds of litter), I go up to them immediately, innocently, and say ‘Excuse me, is this yours?’

The picture on their faces is of absolute shock and embarrassment, so much so, they have no words. They are ashamed.

People in this country hate ‘standing out and being humiliated’ in public. They think that chucking litter on the floor is something no one in an ‘anonymous city’ like London will notice and do anything about. Generally I feel safe doing this, as they often do it in public, so if they do something dodgy, other people see and be a witness. They are kind of ‘snookered’.

Chucking litter in London appears to be normal to some people in England. However, me taking on Gandhi’s quote, to be ‘Be the Change’ tends to act differently in cities. I would say, as a tip, I would ‘scarper’ quickly away afterwards, maybe find a side street, or a place with CCTV.


Furthermore, they often do this with their friends who are too scared to stop their friends doing it or not bothered, so, they are in fact enabling the problem. Once again, it is like ‘the elephant in the room’, our culture doesn’t want to ruin the friendship, despite the fact their pretty and popular friend is doing something illegal and disgusting. Friends need to take action, or else, other members of the public will have to ‘their job for them’. It is embarrassing for smokers’ friends too that a random member of the public has to bring it to their attention.


Once I was in Peckham in South London, and there were two British middle-aged ladies in the street sitting on a park bench, and one of them, old enough to know better, chucked her fag butt right in front of me onto the ground. I quietly walked up to her in front of her friend and picked up her fag butt and placed it in the bin, which was not far her, and she could see it. It was quite amazing how many people who were caught chucking litter, were women, and perhaps parents and grandmothers too! You wonder if they are tidy in their own house, they probably are!

The silence of my action shocked them. They looked gobsmacked that someone of the street, and a fellow woman, would ‘take their fag butt’ and put it in a bin, it was almost a ‘picture of horror’, but the silence from them was deafening, as they realised I had done nothing wrong, but one of her friends had. They just couldn’t argue!

Showing older people, and women, how to behave in public can be quite fun! If they are going to chuck litter, hopefully they will learn their lesson, though, I expect in the real world, they will wait till there’s no one about next time and then chuck it. They won’t forget their ‘humiliation’. Britons hate to be embarrassed, so you use that as an ‘effective litter deterrent’.

I would say that I hsve never had a problem, as I tend to ‘disarm them’ with polite ness (as best as possible, as they are really anti-social, selfish, dirty and annoying!’