Today I got my hair cut and colored.
Ally, the positively delightful bleach-blond, tattooed pseudo stoner who designs my 'do, recommended a shock of cherry red highlights. Then she showed me a new tattoo, of two kewpie dolls, one brown, one white, on her wrist. "This is me and my boyfriend as babies. Sitting on a record player. He requested that he be browner than me, so!"
My first reaction -- am I too old for this? Was followed closely by -- if I'm not, I'd better do it while I still can.