Brassiness: Solved!

When I was a dark-brown-haired 14-year-old, all I wanted was to be blonde, but my conservative Republican psychiatrist father would absolutely not allow it: There would be no dyeing of any kind until I turned 18, period. I begged. I typed up a why-I-should-be-allowed-to-go-blonde manifesto. I even offered to settle for red. No, no, and no.