Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
November 20, 2002
Shave and a Haircut
I got my hair cut this afternoon. I still can't tell if I like it yet - there are too many styling products in it. The hairdresser went on and on about how I should use certain kinds of shampoo and showing me how I could give my hair extra oomph when I go out. She couldn't stop talking about giving it more body and volume and proceeded to puff it up into a ratted mess. I just wanted to say "Stop right there. I know my hair is thin and lacks volume, and I'm fine with that. Just cut it. And save your breath because I certainly won't be buying any of these overpriced products to make it look as if I spent tons of money and time trying to cover up the fact that I have less than perfect hair." They don't seem to understand that while I care about how my hair looks, I don't want it too look like anything other than what it is. "See how it makes your forehead look smaller already?" she said, still futzing with my hair. "It was small before," I explained, "it didn't need any help." "Ohh, but see how it looks more heart-shaped now?" she tries again, pointing to how the hair settled after I ran my hand through it. "Its nicely shaped and contoured to your face." I didn't have the heart to tell her that it does that on its own as soon as I step out of the shower and that the whole heart-shaped hairline was a gift from my maternal grandfather, not a result of her style. Needless to say, she won't be cutting my hair again.
Posted by criminal at November 20, 2002 04:28 PM
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Sad to hear I'm not the only one whose hair hairdressers like playing with. I've always chalked it up to the balding italians I get my hair cut by being jealous. I think its more endemic in the industry.
Posted by: Alan at November 20, 2002 06:41 PM