Nothing funny about feldspar

Do you ever find yourself wanting to walk up to a perfect stranger and tell them to stop dying their hair? I saw a woman today who’s dyed hair probably started out as a brassy, kicky, light red (more strawberry than blonde), but has since faded into Snapple Peach color. It made me thirsty seeing it.

And why do people want hair the color of fruit, anyway? It’s not usually fun to have: it makes it hard to pick out clothes (we look terrible in orange and bright green — the two most popular colors right now, if you haven’t noticed), we always look like we’ve got no eyelashes or eyebrows, and if one’s hair is bright enough to stand out, well, it’s easy to get into trouble because folks remember that red-haired girl. Even if I wasn’t doing anything, honest.