Finding your first grey hair is an uncanny experience no matter where it is. My left eyebrow held my very first grey hair, somewhere around the age of 34. I don’t remember growing my first grey hair in my mane, but I think it was fairly recently – perhaps around the age of 48. But discovering grey hairs in these places pales in comparison to that moment in the loo when I spied my first grey pube. You can forgive the stray eyebrow hair and claim that one grey hair atop your head is “premature”; the stray grey short and curly, however, feels like an harbinger of mortality.
In the years since I hit puberty, the hair on my head has been many colors – vibrant red, pale gold, bubblegum pink, beach-bunny highlighted, sable brown, and even its natural honey blonde. At 52, I have only a smattering of grey on my head; my choice to dye it has always stemmed from my enjoying other colors than from a feeling that I “need” to cover my greys. Regardless of the color I’ve chosen, dyeing or not-dyeing my head hair could never be construed as a feminist or political act. Were I to dye my pubes, it should be similarly free of subtext.