You will have gathered from the lack of posts that I’ve been swamped lately. Exploding Head Month started early this year. But this afternoon I was working in a coffeeshop, and while I was in line for coffee, the following exchange took place:
Man Probably Younger Than I Am: Hi.
Dame Eleanor: Hi.
MPYTIA: Your hair is really misleading.
DE: Why is that?
MPYTIA: Because you look so young.
DE: [Absolutely refusing to touch the question of apparent or actual age] I think so many women dye their hair that a lot of people don’t really know when hair starts to go grey.
At that point I got my coffee and went back to my table. And the conversation played over again in my head. Was MPYTIA saying . . . that I should dye my hair? That he was about to hit on me, until he realized that I’m probably a decade or more older than he is? That I am dressing too young for my age?
Should I have channeled Gloria Steinem and informed MPYTIA that this is what 40-whatever-I-am looks like?