I haven't had highlights in my hair before. There, of course, was the Sun-In incident of 1997, in which I misunderstood the meaning of "heat-activated" and took it to mean that the sun would lighten my hair, while in reality I was bleached completely blond in a few days thanks to the power of my hair dryer.
A few weeks before my senior portraits were to be taken, my roots had grown a good three or four inches and I looked absolutely ridiculous. My mom was all, "Oh, hell no," and took me to the salon, at which I spent five hours getting foiled and fixed. The result was amazing, as the stylist had taken great care to color about five strands of hair at a time, alternating between my original hair color and the magical color of heat activation.
Fast forward twelve years. My hair regrew its v-card. Since it's quite fine, I barely use hair care products, save for the instances of leave-in conditioner and once-in-a-blue-moon mousse. Well, those and the seemingly never-ending bridesmaid hairdos. Seduced by a fantastically low fee, and the fact that my mom's hair has looked phenomenal lately, I journeyed to her stylist. (Just to be clear: I am NOT knocking this stylist, as she was super sweet and adorable, and clearly very good at her chosen profession. I just don't think that I was ready for the results of highlights of any kind.)
I don't think that I like it. I've lived with it for a week, and I am still unhappy. It's just not me. I want a little more subtlety, because even though the blond is pretty and youthful, it feels generic and fake on my head. Basically, I think that it's just the front part adding to my general pissiness.
Update: It's been almost two weeks since Hairdo: The Highlightening, and I have to admit that it's growing on me. I've not been using color-safe shampoo, so it has faded a bit, but there is that one big, fat, stupid highlight at the front of my hairline, and it is pissing. me. off. SO. MUCH.