I will always and forever find it incredibly absurd how political hair is (Spoiler alert: I find most things absurd. Absurd is the word. Shout out to my boy Camus).
Nothing bothers me quite like someone being like “I’m looking for the redhead of my dreams”. Like, what, you’re just going to ignore someone who might be the love of your life over what amounts to a $20 box of pharmacy hair color? I mean its one thing to find something visually pleasing, its quite another to commodify people in that fashion. Especially in the time of whatever happens on Tinder. I’ll let y’all know when I actually swipe right (well, it happened once. I got a match. I opened with a dick joke and was met with silence. Still convinced its not me, just everyone else).