You may have heard there is a serious controversy brewing. Steven Tyler, of Aerosmith fame, started wearing feathers in his hair and a trend was born. Soon hair salons were offering a variety of feathers—slender and muted, to poofy and colorful—as extensions. My stylist mentioned them to me three months ago, but we both agreed they were a bit too “out there.” Six weeks ago she was wearing them in her hair when I arrived for my appointment. She assured me they were as easy to care for as hair, and were rather fun. I asked if she thought I was a bit past the prime target age for such doo-dads, and she said absolutely not. I was intrigued, and had her put in two thin blazing red feathers and one striped. I left the salon wondering if I was a fool or a fun-lover. After many compliments and curious questions I decided I was a fun-lover. My husband liked them too. The word sexy was bandied about.
Today marked another hair appointment. Tracy, my stylist, still had her feathers in, and we smirked knowingly about wearing them. I told her there are many angry fisherpersons because the feathers used in our hair were traditionally used for fishing lures. The new hair fashion demand has driven the prices up and created limited supplies. She hadn’t heard about the pissed-off anglers, but she did know that the salon had run out of the feathers, twice, and the owner had to buy more at Gander Mountain. I pondered the situation. Were there roosters running around with naked butts because I had feathers in my hair? Should I sacrifice my fun for the starving anglers? Nah. I decided dedicated fisherpersons can use worms. I asked Tracy to put in two more striped feathers, and it was the best part of my day. Steven Tyler, you are ‘da man.