I have been battling alopecia for years and now I am on meds it’s growing back, but very fragile. (Very pleased to report that I look slightly less like Friar Tuck’s 50 y/o twin sister these days!) It’s also driving me batshit crazy because every time I tie it up with a scrunchie or a hairband it tears, or if I use a comb, it slips straight out. Same with headbands. My lovely Chinese neighbour - who has been a spare mother to me and a nanna to my kids (they don’t have one of their own) popped into her place and brought out some beautifully carved sandalwood hair sticks and showed me how to do some nifty little hair buns with them. Voila! It stays!!! (Also doesn’t tangle and it smells delicious!)
Yep… Some twat accused me of cultural appropriation the moment I walked about four houses down the street with these stopping (all three of my) hairs from blowing into my eyes and mouth. And again in the supermarket. And again on the way home.
Am I trying to pass myself off as something I’m not? No. Am I pretending to be more enlightened or spiritually evolved because I now own fancy hair accessories? No.
Were any of them Asian? Yeah… Nah. Were any of the Asian people I wandered past offended? (Would be very surprised if they even noticed, tbh… Probably far too busy actually living to notice what aging women are doing with their crappy hair.)
Also, while we’re on the subject, what is a culturally appropriate solution for someone who is a short, blue-eyed blonde 9th and 10th generation Australian of Scottish, Welsh, Irish, Dhudhuroa, Wiradjuri, Spanish, Portuguese, French, Jamaican, Estonian, Latvian and Russian Jewish extraction to do, exactly?