When this quarantine began, I tried my best to still look like a professional on video calls. But once I missed my first, second, fifth visit to get a haircut, my efforts were useless. I’m not alone. My team is now a bunch of mangy creatures masquerading as human beings.
My boss is clearly older than I imagined. Her gray hair tells the truth. Ponytails! And I don’t mean just the women. Skipped straighteners; natural hairdos. Experimental styles and colors. Shaved, home cut disasters, habitual bed head.
And beards. So many beards!
Is letting our “freak flags fly” (Hair, the musical) such a bad thing? Maybe letting our colleagues see us in our natural states is revealing, humanizing, entertaining. I wonder if I’ll go back to my pre-COVID hair or continue to save time and money.
Oh, f*ck it. I guess I’m not fooling anyone anymore. The cat’s out of the bag. But I do miss being thought of as 15 years younger than I really am.
