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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/SessionForeign6346 on 2025-06-14 18:01:39+00:00.
So I posted yesterday about how I passionately ranted about how much I hate when men dye their hair right in front of my friend whose husband dyes his hair because she prefers it that way. Yeah. That one.
In case you missed it: I basically went off about how unnatural it looks, how men should embrace their grays, blah blah, aging is beautiful, etc.and then my friend hit me with, “I make my husband dye his hair.” I wanted to evaporate on the spot.
WELL.
After reading all the comments on my post (thank you, Reddit, for dragging me with grace), I decided to show my friend. I figured, why not? I’d already humiliated myself in real life might as well complete the cycle online.
So the next day, I sent her the post. And she LOST it.
Like, I have never seen someone laugh that hard in my life. Full-on wheezing. Tears. She texted back, “I’m dying. You’re an idiot. But an adorable idiot.”
For a moment, I thought I’d been forgiven. Maybe even redeemed.
I was wrong.
We met for coffee later that afternoon, and she comes in with this sly little grin like she’s up to something. We sit down, and she goes, “So since we’re sharing brutally honest, slightly unsolicited opinions… I’ve always hated your asymmetric bob.”
I blinked. “Wait, what?”
She sips her drink like a Bond villain and goes, “You know, it’s just one of those haircuts that screams ‘I own crystals and yell at customer service.’”
EXCUSE ME?
I’ve had this haircut for like four years. I love my asymmetric bob. It’s my “quirky cool aunt” look. It’s me. And now she’s just casually telling me it’s been giving off chaotic divorced energy this whole time?
She kept going. “I mean, it’s a strong choice. But kind of intense. Like you might start a small cult or sue a Whole Foods.”
I was both speechless and wildly impressed by the specificity of the insult.
“Why didn’t you say anything before?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Because I love you, and I know you love it. But then you called my husband’s hair fake in front of everyone, so… consider this my revenge.”
Touché.
It’s fair. I deserved it.
Honestly, it was kind of a perfect response. No drama, no argument, just a softly delivered truth bomb that absolutely took me out. I haven’t looked at my reflection the same way since. Now every time I catch a glimpse of my haircut, I wonder if I give off “CEO of Etsy shop that only sells sage bundles” energy.
Also, her husband? Still dying his hair. Still looking great. I fully support him now. I’ve become a changed woman. Personal growth, courtesy of public humiliation.
TL;DR: Showed my friend the Reddit post where I trashed hair dye—she laughed hysterically, then calmly told me she’s always hated my haircut. We’re even now. I think.