After spending my twenties with everything from red, blue, green, and even a pathetic and short lived blonde phase I cut it all off a few years ago and never bothered with dye jobs since. Besides, I'm not sure how cool it would be to 30-something with candy-colored hair anymore - even though the big sprout of hair sticking up in the front isn't exactly age-appropriate and dignified either. Maybe I'll dye it again if I find myself a younger gf and need to blend in.
I do not dye my brown hair even thought I'm getting a little gray in the back. My hair is always dark in the winter and light in the summer. I did dye my hair black when I was in my twenties just to see what it would be like. What a mess that ended up to be.
I have a pink hare, a red hare, a plaid hare (now that take's effort, the trick is to put Jack Daniels in it' swater bottle, then take out a paint brush when it passes out).
Really; you can't dye what you ain't got.
I suppose I could alwys spray paint my head black with a big white circle with an '8' in teh middle of it.
I could be Mister 8-Ball. SUPERHERO!
Until people started tipping me over to see what mystic advice appeared on my hiney.
When I was in my late 20s I dyed my hair black, so I could announce to the world I was a senstive, misunderstood artist. That lasted until I ran into a girl I had a crush on in high school. She was pretty and intelligent and her first words to me in ten years was, "your hair is too dark!"
It kind of blurted out of her and she apologized, but with that sledgehammer blow to my self esteem I let it grow out.