People don’t associate red hair, pale skin, and freckles with beauty.
My Barbies were usually naked. Once, I took their heads off, cut their hair, drew on their short, spiky hair with some markers, then stuck the heads on Christmas lights. Every year, we’d string our tree with those Barbie heads. It looked demonic. My parents were so cool – they saw it as a form of self-expression.
One of my mantras is, ‘Embrace what makes you unique, even if it makes others uncomfortable.’ I keep that with me in my back pocket. Shoot, I keep it in my front pocket! I keep it in my hair.
When I was at Babbo, I was covered in scars and scabs and burned bits – melted hair, ribbed burns I got reaching across the top of a hot skillet… I sliced off the tip of my finger. I cleaved my forehead – a deep, ugly wound. Luckily, it regenerated.
It can be hard for the cute girl. I was blond, cute, broke. I was beat up. I was thrown inside lockers. I was burned with cigarettes. My hair was lit on fire.
Accessories are the perfect way to add something special. A hair comb or a beaded clutch can be a lovely detail to finish your bridal look.
It was in the ’80s, so I guess big hair and high bangs. And I had so many gummy bracelets! While we were doing ‘Full House,’ we were like, ‘You know, in 10 years, we’re going to look back on this and think this is horrible.’ But everyone looked like that!
For me, I like to look presentable when I’m outside. I’m not going to come to the office with nasty hair and pajamas just because I stayed up all night – that’s just who I am.
Nowadays, they have more trouble packing hair dryers than baseball equipment.
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
Anyone can be confident with a full head of hair. But a confident bald man – there’s your diamond in the rough.
One of the very few things that I do every single day is put on fragrance. If I’m not wearing make-up, if my hair’s not done, if I’m walking around in pyjamas – I still put my fragrance on. I will brush my teeth and put on my perfume.
If you want to change your hair colour or your nail colour or things like that its fine, but you have to realize the dangers and repercussions of surgery.
I have the softest beard in the world. As far as growing it, it doesn’t itch, and it’s so non-intrusive. But I am so sick of hair on my face and on my head.
To shoot a movie that takes place in three decades in 30 days is a lot on the hair and make-up team.
I never really liked my short hair; it never occurred to me that people would want it.
I am a bit of a fundamentalist when it comes to black women’s hair. Hair is hair – yet also about larger questions: self-acceptance, insecurity and what the world tells you is beautiful. For many black women, the idea of wearing their hair naturally is unbearable.
Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul.
Most people presume my mustache is not real because it’s much darker than my regular hair.
I dyed my hair about 42 different colours, and kids can be pretty judgmental about people who are different. But instead of breaking down and conforming, I stood firm. That is also probably why I was unhappy.
We didn’t gel with Poison and the Bon Jovi. Bon Jovi was the best of the pop metal bands, but we never fit in with the hair metal stuff. We were never as hip as the Chili Peppers. We were in the middle.
I enjoy looking good and love experimenting with my hair colour. I’ve just gone from blonde to brunette, and keep looking in the mirror and not recognising myself!
Benji usually tries to match his hair with his underwear, and you know how he had the pink hair for a while well we caught him in a pink thong one day!
I haven’t had my teeth fixed, I haven’t had a hair transplant. I haven’t had a skin peel, tummy tuck. I’ve done literally nothing.
The rich are different. Their wants are very high maintenance. They’ll pick eye color and hair color, all the way down to what she does for a living, what school she went to. Their list can be extremely long. But at the end of the day, dating is dating, because they’re human beings.
Call me old-fashioned, but armpit hair is not high up there on my wish list of things to have.
What I remember most about junior homecoming was my date getting sick afterwards. That kinda sucked. Then, senior year, someone got gum in her hair when we were dancing. She had to get one of the chaperones to take her to the office and cut up her hair. I felt really bad for her, but it worked out fine.
As soon as I am up, I brush my hair. I eat breakfast first: tea and brown bread, and sometimes a fresh fruit juice like orange or grapefruit. I write notes on the previous day in my notebook, then I shower.
I have so much hair; I have a separate wig closet in my house.
During the war, women without nylons drew lines up the backs of their legs to give the illusion of silk stockings. Painting over grey hair with spray-on root touch-up – or even dark eyeshadow – is the Covid-19 equivalent.
Just because I’ve got blonde hair and haven’t been to Bosnia doesn’t mean I’m a bimbo. I am still a serious journalist.
I am whatever you want me to be and I can’t control that. My experience is my experience, but I can’t really claim anything. I know when I take my wig off at night and I have to twist my hair up, I’m black. But I don’t get too personal most of the time.
I’ve earned every wrinkle on my face. I actually like my wrinkles. And guess what? There are a lot of 60-year-old men who have wrinkles, no hair, glasses, and nobody gives a damn.
I turned my hair dark and have received much better parts ever since.
I was well into adulthood before I was prepared to acknowledge the simple fact that I am gay. It took years of struggle and growth for me to recognize that it’s just a fact of life, like having brown hair, and part of who I am.
I’ve always liked long hair. My dad’s always had long hair, but he always tells me, ‘I never had it in a ponytail.’ And I say to him, ‘You weren’t an England goalie either, were ya.’
Driving a car is no longer about zooming down clear lanes, the joy and freedom of the road flowing through your hair like a fine westerly breeze. It’s about solid traffic, petrol fumes, spy cameras, eco-guilt, and simultaneous social media.
One of my favorite episodes was the one in which Homer grew hair. That was a very unique episode, since there was a gay secretary, but that wasn’t even the issue of the show-the issue was Homer’s image changing because he had hair.
I always have a beard between jobs. I just let it grow until they pay me to shave it. People are quite surprised it’s ginger. Sometimes they ask me if dye my hair and I always say ‘Wow, no!’ I’m ‘trans-ginger.’
People do give me a hard time about my hair because it’s orange and it’s big.
They wouldn’t play my records on American radio because I had spiky hair. They said, ‘Punk rock doesn’t sell advertising, it won’t make any money.’
I’m a very outgoing person. I’m always happy, I’m one of those people who are always smiling. If somebody described me to somebody else, they’d say the kid with the curly hair with the big smile on his face. I get along with everybody.
If you look over the years, the styles have changed – the clothes, the hair, the production, the approach to the songs. The icing to the cake has changed flavors. But if you really look at the cake itself, it’s really the same.
I was not confident about my hair before films happened. But today, my hair is something people like the most in me.
Sometimes you’re just regular. Sometimes you wake up, and your breath stinks like everybody else, and you had a bad hair day.
There are times when I flick through magazines and think I’m in danger of becoming a prisoner of my own hair.
I want the great masses of my people to take a greater pride in their appearance and to give their hair proper attention.
I’d have to say that, in general, models take themselves too seriously. Basically, they are genetic freaks who spend a couple of hours in hair and makeup.
It was tough for him in that newsroom with Ted Baxter getting all the glory and this poor guy doing all the work. Murray worried so much he worried his hair off!
The rhetoric on the Hill is getting very heated and it’s getting quite dangerous. The gun is at the head of the American economy and Congress is holding it and its got a hair trigger. We’ve got to pay our bills.
This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.
Nobody ever seems to want my advice about serious stuff. People will be like: ‘Who made that sweater?’ Or ‘How did you get your hair so straight?’ They don’t to come to me for the relationship advice or deep stuff. In fact, my little sister actually hides from me.
Castor oil has long been a used as a remedy for a whole host of ailments including arthritis, digestion, insomnia and even period cramps. But it also stimulates hair growth.
But my eyes were riveted on a small slim woman her hair simply coiled into her neck, Katherine Glasier.
