The Murderous Plot

I've already set the plan in motion. It's too late to turn back now. I bought the supplies. Tomorrow I kill the unicorn. My mom will be mad. I've been thinking about it for months so I guess that makes it premeditated. I think I'll make a good brunette.

A lady in a bar once told me that my red hair was magical like a unicorn. I suppose she had a point (and likely a good buzz) because redheads are rare. Maybe not quite to the point of mythical status, but I certainly took it as a compliment.

She wasn't the first to compare my hair with a unicorn. I once informed my mother that I wanted to dye it brown and her response was, "Why would you want to kill a unicorn?" Okay, I get it. I'm an endangered species. There will continue to be fewer and fewer redheads over time until eventually we are extinct. Why would I dye my hair brown and help to speed up the process?

The answer is this: Being a redhead can be hard! There are a lot of not-so-nice nicknames that go along with my fiery tuft of a mane. I'm sure I don't have to spell them out. I've also noticed that no other hair color polarizes people quite like red. No one is wishy washy about red hair. Either you love it or you hate it. I seem to find many more that hate it.

So here's the plan. I'm going to dye my hair brown tomorrow. My murderous plot against my unicorn will commence. I'm going to keep it that way for a year (or as long as I can stand to hear my mom complain about it). Then I'm going to blog about my new life as a brunette. I'll tell you all the reasons why I have such a love/hate relationship with my hair and if I feel like people treat me any differently.

To kick this baby off, lets start with a before picture. This one is from last year, when my glorious locks were a bit longer, likely generating a crimson glow that could be seen from outer space.