Bearblog Archive

The collection of thoughts I post on my BearBlog. Everything I wanted to say on regular social media, but kept to myself because I didn’t want to deal with commentary from randos!

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Earlier today, my supervisor in the bakery at work told me with amusement that someone left a negative review of the store because they didn’t like somebody’s hair color. They wrote “[store name] should not be hiring people with purple hair. It makes them look unprofessional.” He thought it was funny that someone got so worked up over something so stupid.

Wow, I wonder who they could be talking about?? Who’s the only person working in the entire store with a well-maintained purple dye job? ME!!!!!!!!!!!! You wanna call me a slur while you’re at it? Say the line about pronouns! I know you want to! 🤪

If some rando has such a problem with joy and whimsy that they wanna go on a review site and whine about it, they can go ahead and do it. The company I work for will continue to let me labor over pastries full time as long as I can tolerate it. I’m not going away. You will say thank you to the purple haired dyke wearing a Guy Fieri-style flame shirt as they hand you your son’s Pokemon birthday cake.

Being alternative is no longer enough to stop managers from hiring people. The winds of change are a-blowing. First the crotchety old people said “no one will hire you if you have dyed hair and tattoos” and then they said “people with dyed hair and tattoos should not be allowed to work.” Those goalposts sure do get moved a lot.

My purple hair is so important to my personal identity that I keep it meticulously maintained. I keep it extremely short and I get it trimmed every three weeks. I use color depositing shampoo to keep the purple from fading between bleach and dye jobs, which I do myself every four months or so. I will never go back to being blond.

My hair gives me intense gender euphoria because it makes me look the way I feel on the inside. I remember when the concept of expressing my individuality by altering my physical appearance was so distant as to be unattainable; something that I’d never be allowed to achieve. Every once in awhile I have dreams where I look at myself in the mirror and watch in horror as my hair grows back into the He-Man bob cut I was forced to wear until I moved out of my childhood home.

Looks like I have a blog now. Cool and good. I’ve been thinking about running a blog for a long time because I have a lot to say about my variety of interests. I wanna write reviews of my favorite movies, albums, and books. Not many people have written about the media I cherish, so let’s change that! I have a yearning to view extreme cinema and gross art through an intellectual, humanist lens. Not enough people are doing that. I have my work cut out for me.

I grew up being told not to talk about difficult, weird, or upsetting topics because they’ll rock the boat and make people uncomfortable, even if it’s a serious problem that needs to be addressed. Nobody wants to talk about it, and it’s driving me crazy. So let’s talk about it! Get it all out in the open so we can get a good, long look at this abomination that’s been bothering everyone. The more you know about the problem, the easier it is to deal with it. Sometimes that problem is the complete lack of people having smart things to say about “Severed Survival” by Autopsy. You know, the death metal album that sounds like it was recorded in a torture chamber in the bottom of a sewer.

Anyway, expect me to be sharing my thoughts on morbid, obscure topics in the coming days. I am planning on having a grand old time.