Noirette

For a time I was with a Noirette from North Africa, rebellious and intemperate, her frizzy hair shooting out as if her head had exploded in one of those stop-action photographs taken at a thousandth.

In the classical lexicon of blonde, brunette, and redhead, why has no distinction been made between women with brown and black hair? Or, consulting my high-school French, have women with black hair been dimissed? Noirette?

Definitely not Los Angeles -- where brunettes, noirettes, orangettes and Germanic blondes seem to thrive.

Since Jen despised constant work, and since she rarely excluded Amy in her escapades, it was impossible for the noirette to hole up in her room studying all the time.

As per baboon-killer AA Gill's reviews, he wanted a nickname. "Call me the Brown," he said. "But you're brown-skinned," I said. […] "What about the Brunette?" I said. "No," he said, "The Brown. Anyway, my hair is black." "What about...what do they call people with black hair?" I asked. "The Black. You can call me the Black if you like." "I'm not doing that." How do you get in to ROKA? Because the Noirette had to get back to the office to send out a contract by 3pm, so how do you actually get inside and start a review?

“So, this Red Hot Llama team looks pretty exclusive. All of you good-looking, fit, and you even have all the bases covered: blonde, redhead, brunette, and … a woman with black hair.” / “There’s a word for that,” said Lucy. “Anyone know it?” She glanced around the table, then added, “Girls, don’t give it away.” […] “Ladies?” Lucy raised her eyebrows. / In unison, the other three said, “Noirette.” […] You, my lovely little noirette, have an amazing vocabulary.

A tall blonde Whitehall short, spikey hair cut is followed by a slightly shorter woman with jet black hair cut in a bob. […] “Hi, I’m Nikki,” says the noirette, as she steps around the taller woman.

Now, you may remember I’m a married twenty-nine-year-old five-seven blue/green eyed noirette who’s suffering an early mid-life crisis.