My family: More Converative than God.

[Coming home from dinner, we drive past a girl walking in our neighborhood with pink hair.]

Cousin-in-law: I think that girl should go dye her hair a better color.
Me: I think people should be able to do whatever they want with their hair.
CIL: If God didn't want my hair this color, he wouldn't have given it to me.
Me: If God didn't want you to dye your hair, he wouldn't have given you the ability to do so.



Why the FUCK does a person's hair color even matter?