Last year I noticed that the Japanese kids in L.A. were very trendy and prone to bleaching their hair orangey-brown to caramel blond.
Now that I'm in Japan, everywhere I see boys with spiky 'dos and kids of both genders with these bleached dye-jobs. Even the old ladies on the train sometimes have not merely blue hair but deep lavender hair topping off a rather sedate ensemble.
I can't decide if I think these dye-jobs are attractive or not. The punk in me is intrigued with the will to decorate oneself unnaturally. However, the bourgeois Martha Stewart in me thinks that the brassy yellow tones clash badly with the skin. So far, I really like the looks of wizened obasans with purple hair more than the looks of young Turks with orangey hair.
― Melinda Mess-Injure, Wednesday, 24 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)