Fashion Don't: Bowl Cut in Pillarbox Red

Warning: today's post is not particularly work safe.  It's not a particularly graphic image, but proceed with caution!

So for those fortunate souls who have never heard of a bowl haircut, it goes something like this:

Step One: Take bowl
Step Two: Put bowl on victim's head, like a ceramic hat.
Step Three: Cut hair around bowl.
Step Four: Join in the masses who laugh at your victim, for looking like a douche.

However, my reasons are deeper than this today, for we are discussing specifically pink hair.

So to the left, is a picture of a guy with a bowl cut.  Poor high fashion douche.  Technically, I could stop here.  I mean, this is a classy, potentially well-done example of the bowl cut, but ... it's still pretty not attractive.  If you want to add to the gross factor, imagine it in Pillarbox Red!  It's just not working on so many levels at that point.  So I'm about to add one more level.



Now, I would like to note once again: below is an image potentially not safe for work, school, strict parents, or virgin eyes.  If you or the people surrounding you are offended by everything and anything, you may not want to proceed.

So for comparison, I give you the image to the right.  It's not a real penis, or a dildo; it is, in fact, a lighter.  However, I figured it was pretty detailed enough to work, and was the only picture in the right position.  Look at the model douche, then back to the penis.  Back and forth.  Now, imagine him with the pink hair.


My moral today, children, is not only doing having a bowl cut make you a douche ... but it makes you look like a fucking penis.  Is that how you want strangers to know you?  "Hey, look, it's that walking penis with ears!"  No, you don't.


I also have a bonus fashion don't, that actually has nothing to do with pillarbox red hair, or even hair at all.  It's about Texan Pride.


I have no qualms with people having pride about where they come from.  I, personally, am very proud to have come from my mother's vagina.  However, I don't plan to tattoo it all over my body.  Hold on, thought about it, ew.

However, these hardcore Texans are fucking annoying me.  I'm a part time stagehand, and I oddly encounter a lot of them.  Like this guy today: had Texas tattooed on his arm, had the state tattooed on his calf, and wore a cowboy hat.  He was actually a funny nice guy.  I never would have known had I not had to work for him though, because he has douche written all over him in big, bold, stereotypically Texan letters!


Don't understand how stupid this is yet?  Just apply it to another state.  Don't Mess with Delaware?  True patriots live in New Hampshire?  Hi, it's nice to meet you, I have the outline of Maine tattooed on my vagina?


Wow, I am really all about genitalia today, aren't I?

Girly Fashion Do: Curls in Pillarbox Red

So consider this a part one of two on pink curls.  Today's is of the curling iron, burn your hair, it falls out in a few hours but in the meantime GOD it's sexy variety.  Some point in the near future, I'll do the sponge curler, have to sleep on in discomfort, (good) frizzy hippie waves that stay for days installment.

I personally have Straight Hair Syndrome.  SHS is when one's hair is naturally straight, or in my case has that slight does whatever it fucking wants wave, and the person in question constantly curls their hair, wishing they naturally had the ringlets of Kirsten Dunst in Interview with a Vampire, who can be seen to the right in her awesome nine year old Pedobear Bait glory.  Seriously, between all the implied homosexuality and pedophilia, how did that movie get made in the 90s?  Back on topic, most people are probably more familiar with Curly Hair Syndome, CHS, in which the person hates their stupid frizzy curls and spends their entire life refusing to leave home without their straightening iron.

So for Thanksgiving and my small family get together, I decided it would be awesome to curl my hair.  I got a curling iron out of my friend's moving that has pretty much been the best matched iron for my hair ever.  I've been absolutely dying for any excuse to use it since I got it, and hey look over there, it's an excuse!  Sweet!

Between the pictures and the undeniable truth that I can validate any fact I present with my own opinion, I'm considering it a fashion do because ... seriously, look at it!  It's fucking cute, okay!  I am a sucker for BAM bright hair, and then toned down, classy styling.  Hair in curls, a dress, and sexy heels?  That's what it's all about.

Con one to this fashion do, as anybody who has used a curling iron before will know, is it's a slow and uncomfortable process.  Think about it, you're taking a piece of really hot metal, and holding it near your head for ten to thirty seconds at a time.  Not to mention I have a LOT of hair (hair lady, vouch for me plz) so it's not a quick and easy thing.  Hair gets pulled, skin gets burned, etc.

Con two, and this may be a me alone thing, but like I said earlier it doesn't last very long.  It used to be, when I was younger, that one could take a curling iron to my hair first thing in the morning and it'd be that way until the end of the night.  Now ... well, I curled at my hair at noon, and it had completely gone straight before any company had even shown up at four.  I don't know if there's a product, or a technique, or something that keeps curled hair curled, but I'm hoping sponge curlers may be the solution.

The third and final con, and this not related to the curliness at all, is my hair is already starting to fade!  Which means that here soon, I'll need to move on to the next color.  So I think you should all vote in the poll to the upper right!  If you need examples of the colors:

All of these awesome pictures are from the website of our dye lords, manicpanic.com  I'll be dying my hair again at the beginning of the new year, maybe sooner if I'll lose this color as quickly as I've been told I will.  So vote!

Bleaching and Dyeing

This had been only the second time I had bleached my hair.  Naturally, I'm a dirty blonde (as the awesome bandaged picture to the left shows), so I usually don't really have to bleach.  However, with crazy colors I pretty much have to, or else they lack proper impact.

If somebody exists who actually likes this whole bleaching process, please leave a comment so you can be publically ridiculed.  It iches, like a motherfucker; it's messy, and usually some speckles of my skin get whiter than the rest of me; and the results are generally inconsistent.  I will say, however, that the bleached hair look is pretty awesome.  Not when it's done right and it gets that platinum blonde, though that's cool too, but that like yellow and orange weirdness.  My hair lady Nessa and I are probably alone on this front, but hey.

I didn't think to get a picture of me with the bleach on my head while I sit there slapping it like one of those ghetto girls on ANTM with the weaves.  I did, however, get this picture here.  Bleached hair turns me into an angry lesbian, apparently.

I'm making a Filament Frenzy wish right now, that in this whole process I won't have to bleach my hair much more. I know I'll have to go back and get roots from time to time ... but I'm going to pretend I don't know that, cause it makes my scalp hurt.

So we gave my hair a couple hour break between bleach and dye.  Partially because it needed to dry ... partially because parents showed up in the middle of it because Nessa's little brother and his friends had a klepto moment.  Ah, teenage boys.  They're such a silly breed of human.  Gotta say though, it's pretty awesome to meet concerned parentals when you look like that.  Probably thought I was the bad influence or something!

Then we came up with the latest fashion trend for the spring - the paper bag hat.  It really goes with anything!  I swear, there was something about that day where I needed to make gross faces and stick my tongue out at people.  I was probably in heat, it is an expression pretty similar to my "take me now" face.

I didn't even finish a jar!  For the future, I totally intend to buy a second jar, even if I only skim the top of it.  Better to have too much than not enough.  Plus I pay Nessa (who you can visit through my sidebar under Punk Rock Princess) in excess dye and food/cigarettes, so.

The end result was to the right.

Since I was going from memory, with no verbage from my hair lady, this may have dragged on a little.  It was a fun night though, with awesome results!

A Girl With a Mission

Hola once again, blogosphere.

My name is Melony. I am a twenty year old college student, long time graphic design major. Still am technically, just because it feels sort of stupid to request being undeclared.

As cool as this brief about me bit is, none of it is why I'm here. I'm here because, well, I am a girl with a mission.

Recently, I dyed my hair that awesome color you see to the right. It's more pink than the image lets on, and as future images will show you. It's a Manic Panic dye, known as Pillarbox Red. A friend of mine gave it to me for free, an extra jar from a time when she could have wild hair, a time that had long past.

From the moment I washed the excess dye out of my hair and looked in the mirror, I was a changed woman. I fell in love with the color, how I looked with such crazy hair. I had been a victim of Manic Panic before, once going to a Harry Potter premiere with Ultra Violet hair, as Tonks. So I don't really know why it was such a, well ... boost for me this time around.

Then I noticed something funny, which I've noticed also as somebody with piercings. I had a public reaction like never before. I'd give a smile, I'd get in return a look like I had eaten the person's cat. Naturally, this was only with strangers; most of my friends all but mauled me, and in fact, one friend did maul me. Though I did have another friend try to help me remove the dead furby from my head.

As I stewed over these reactions for the following couple days, a brilliant idea came to me.

So I call it Mission: Filament Frenzy. The idea, is I'm going to dye my hair, over the next however long it takes, every color Manic Panic offers. Not including black (I've had black, it was fun ... but it never washed out) or any of the like three natural colors Manic Panic sells (because natural hair is bo-ring!). Then I'm going to document it. What the dying was like, the reactions I've received, how it's affected my mood, how long it lasted, etc. I also hope to get second opinions, from other people who have used Manic Panic.

I now give the official statement: I am not doing this on a dare. I am not doing this because I didn't get enough hugs as a child. I am not doing this because I lost a dare. I am doing this, because you're only young once, right?