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It seems like there’s a process grombre women typically go through, like the five steps of grief. Grief, however, is internal. Going gray is very public. I decided to “own it,” as the commentators on the #grombre account advised. When I posted a photo of my roots on my own Instagram, it got more comments and suggestions than anything I’d ever posted. People had opinions. “Use a sharpie!” one friend joked. “Went #grombe after Hurricane Sandy and never regretted it,” another posted. “I lost all my hair last year in chemo…loving it any color,” one woman wrote. #perspective

Every night, the family and I went for a socially-distant swim at the house next door. I thought about how, possibly next summer, I wouldn’t have to worry about the chlorine turning my fake brown hair orange and could swim carefree underwater again. “Growing out your hair will make you look old,” advised the 70-year-old neighbor who generously let us use his pool, “Don’t do it.”

When August rolled around, I truly looked like a calico cat. I carefully watched both political conventions, and not a single woman had gray or white hair. Same with The Office, which my family was binge-watching. Also same with the movie Gloria, the original Spanish version, which is about women getting older. What the hell? My hair was starting to symbolize, to me anyway, another lie in an era of misinformation.

Ostensibly, it should be possible to believe in two self-evident truths at once — that historically underrepresented writers deserve the opportunity to be published, and that membership in a given identity category does not mitigate the need to earn a living. Most writers, even the whitest and most heterosexual among us, have bills to pay. But the quest to improve diversity sometimes tips over into dicier territory, demanding that individual writers withdraw from professional life, and sideline their own careers, for the good of the cause.

A week later, she texted again. This time to say she was closing the salon for good, because the landlord wouldn’t give her a break. I was heartbroken — and not because of my hair. In the past decade, I’d spent more time with my stylist than with most of my friends. Weeks passed. The gray began seeping across my scalp. I told myself it was a symbol of my loyalty to my hairdresser. But maybe it was just denial? I’m not sure. Yes, I ordered a box of dye from CVS.com but, between the kids and meals and work, again, I couldn’t be bothered to use it. I started dodging mirrors. I tilted my Zoom camera upward, so that it cut off the top of my head on conference calls.

Me? I was still on the fence (maybe Grieving, Phase Four: Depression?), but I was also fascinated by how much I cared. I highlighted passages in the one good book I could find on the subject (Going Gray by Anne Kreamer) and cringed while listening to the hosts of the Everything’s Fine podcast lament the “pubic texture” of their incoming grays. With the election and recession and second (third?) Covid wave, the time I spent mulling whether to give up and go back to brunette felt incredibly self-indulgent. One day I plopped down next to my sister on the porch and started talking (for the n-teenth time) about how conflicted I felt about my hair. She took a final bite of her salad, said, “This conversation is getting really boring,” and walked away.

Meanwhile, some of my family members didn’t find my transition very funny. My daughter hated the crown of gray and white and sometimes avoided looking at me. “I don’t want an old mommy,” she told me. Her comments hurt my feelings, but I also kind of understood that my transformation was, well, shocking. If I’d gone the route nature intended, my brown hair would have incrementally faded away over the course of her 10-year lifetime. She wouldn’t have even noticed. Now, just as she’s starting to preen in the mirror herself, mommy is aging at an accelerated pace. Within months, I’d gone from passing for 37 years old (or so I’ve been told) to looking my 47 years. It’s disconcerting for both of us. My 13-year-old son and my husband didn’t comment much; they’d curiously peer at my head occasionally and say, “I think I like it!”

Do you feel like you’ve aged exponentially this year? Or, better question: Do you look like you’ve aged exponentially this year? I do. And not just because of the pandemic, the recession, or the numerous existential crises facing our country.

But hair really does grow about an inch a month and, by June, I had a new habit: After reading the news at night, I’d treat myself to the Instagram rabbithole known as the #grombre (gray ombre) movement. Women embracing the two years it usually takes (shit. two years?) to grow out your natural color and cut off all the dyed ends. Thanks to the pandemic, their followers had swelled because of women like me. In 2018, Vox wrote about the trend, specifically the grombre Instagram account, marveling at its 29k followers. It now has 215k followers, a large percentage of us who never would have tried to accept how nature intended us to look, were it not for a pandemic. That is a sad but true statement.

The last thing I did in pre-Covid times was get my usual monthly root touch-up. Five days later, New York City went into lockdown and we decided to rent a house in NJ to be closer to my parents. Hospitals started filling up with sick patients. My lovely hairdresser texted all her clients, offering to leave doses of dye on her salon steps so we could cover our roots at home. I couldn’t be bothered. It felt vain and pathetic to be thinking about hair — and anyway, this whole thing would be over in another month, I figured.

To imagine that every opportunity given to Person A has been necessarily stolen from a more deserving Person B creates cover for an enormous range of toxic behavior. Scratch the surface of many cancellation campaigns, and you’ll find a seething pit of why-not-me professional envy masquerading as social justice. But rather than improving opportunities for the marginalized, this strategy turns morality itself into a luxury item. A writer who comes under fire for opportunity theft can save her reputation through professional sacrifice (along with a publicly announced cash donation to an appropriate organization) — but this drives the price of solidarity out of reach for working people, while also fueling the dangerous misimpression that certain identity categories convey financial security as a matter of course.

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