I might be old before my time, but at nearly 30, I don’t frequent nightclubs too often these days. However, on a recent night out at a very overcrowded bar, I found myself sweaty and loose-haired in the ladies toilets. Earlier, I had lent my perma-wrist hair bobble to a friend after some frantic dancing to “Sweet Child O’ Mine” (yes, I really am old before my time), which meant it was time for some hair-band crowdsourcing.
Thankfully, girls are super willing to share their hair bobbles, which meant I was offered two in mere moments: first, a blonde one, then a brown one offered by another lady who clearly already knew about the hair-matching rule.
Is it gross to use a stranger’s hair band to get your strands off your face? Probably. But when it’s rapidly approaching midnight on a Thursday, I’ll take it.