According To Hayden, It’s Just Not Long Enough
I’ve been trying not to complain about my hair, which is not doing much in terms of improving my outlook because Hayden just complains about it for me.
In fact, several times in the past week he has expressed disappointment with my hair’s lack of length and luster. He has also made is quite clear that he prefers my toenails painted, which is too bad for him since I paint them, like, twice a year.
Yesterday while driving in the car we saw a tall, thin, attractive blonde twenty-something, and Hayden said, “Look! There’s Charlie’s mom!”
Uh, dream on, kiddo.
While Charlie’s mom is cute, tan and blonde and appears to be taller than I am because of her tall shoes, she is almost old enough to be that girl’s mother.
I am not sure where this ideal of women came from. I don’t ever talk about my appearance or femininity (or lack thereof) in front of Hayden, or even read women’s magazine’s, and yet he has these expectations and preferences about what I should look like.
It’s not like I used to have hair-so-long-and-glossy and then cut it off. In fact, I have been trying to get my hair to grow longer for about six years. So Hayden doesn’t really have two versions of me for comparison. But he has created a version of me that is his ideal. One that may or may not fit the person I am.
Is this something that’s innate in males? Is he born with a preference for *barf* Angelina Jolie?