All seemed usual on the lot today as I drove through the gate and received my "Happy Friday" welcome from the guards. The office seemed to maintain the status quo as well: Mullet Woman traipses lethargically through the halls for no apparent reason; the women in the kitchen are strategizing how one lady can meet a man--the most popular idea is that she take up golf; the agitated work-aholic lawyer is predictably yelling "I hate my job!" on occassion; and another lawyer is still talking about how plain and uninteresting are her children (sad).
Just when I thought the day was going to be filled with numbing predictability (I'd use the word 'normalcy' but I'm sure you can see why it wouldn't exactly work), I walked into the bathroom. Neon-blue/green Bangs Woman was just leaving. Her bangs are no longer blue or green.
Her bangs are Neon Orange. She's a short, middle-aged, plain-looking woman with neon-orange bangs in an office populated by business suits and Coach bags. She made me smile.
Ok, first I nearly passed out. I mean, these suckers are BRIGHT.
Then I smiled.
She brought an aberration to my day. She brings sunshine with the sheer glare coming from the front of her hair. Unlike Mullet woman's jungle of mystery that lies behind the walls of her cubicle, Neon Bangs shows her uniqueness up front. Unlike the way many people try to express "uniqueness" with tattoos all in the same "unique" place....or their unique clothes that all start to look exactly the same....or the crazy haircut that about ten thousand other people have......Neon Bangs does something no one else would do except maybe on Halloween. And on Halloween they'd probably dye the whole head. Hers is a completely unusual, distinctive, odd, somewhat startling expression of her own sense of beauty.
I don't understand it. I probably won't emulate it. But I can appreciate it. Not because I love neon orange or because it gave me something on which to comment, but because she clearly refuses to be a cog in the great machine of human "alikeness". I have deep appreciation for subtle insanity and off-the-wall creativity.
She wears hers right up front.
Just when I thought the day was going to be filled with numbing predictability (I'd use the word 'normalcy' but I'm sure you can see why it wouldn't exactly work), I walked into the bathroom. Neon-blue/green Bangs Woman was just leaving. Her bangs are no longer blue or green.
Her bangs are Neon Orange. She's a short, middle-aged, plain-looking woman with neon-orange bangs in an office populated by business suits and Coach bags. She made me smile.
Ok, first I nearly passed out. I mean, these suckers are BRIGHT.
Then I smiled.
She brought an aberration to my day. She brings sunshine with the sheer glare coming from the front of her hair. Unlike Mullet woman's jungle of mystery that lies behind the walls of her cubicle, Neon Bangs shows her uniqueness up front. Unlike the way many people try to express "uniqueness" with tattoos all in the same "unique" place....or their unique clothes that all start to look exactly the same....or the crazy haircut that about ten thousand other people have......Neon Bangs does something no one else would do except maybe on Halloween. And on Halloween they'd probably dye the whole head. Hers is a completely unusual, distinctive, odd, somewhat startling expression of her own sense of beauty.
I don't understand it. I probably won't emulate it. But I can appreciate it. Not because I love neon orange or because it gave me something on which to comment, but because she clearly refuses to be a cog in the great machine of human "alikeness". I have deep appreciation for subtle insanity and off-the-wall creativity.
She wears hers right up front.
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