I had something else planned, but I decided to deviate from the norm a bit today because I’m in one of my crazy moods and I need the distraction. ^_^
So, I went to the hair salon a couple weeks ago. Big deal for me as I usually do everything I can myself and then go to the salon when I need a trim, cause lemme tell ya, I can not do that myself if I want my hair to look good. Which it does. I love my hair. And it’s super low maintenance. After I wash it and flatten the crap out of it, I literally don’t have to touch it until I wash it again. It’s great. ^_^
This time I go to JCPenney. Now, confession, there is always SO much drama involved come hair cut time. It is so hard to find a stylist who will consistently do a great job (as opposed to great once and mediocre every time after that!) and one who listens to me and knows what a freaking trim is. Seriously, folks, I’ve had 5+ inches cut off my head getting a “trim” before. Like, WTF? These are professionals, too, though I’ve had plenty of beauty school grievances, as well as a few beauty school successes. But like, yeah, not cool, right?
I once had a woman do the EXACT OPPOSITE of what I asked. I said, THREE TIMES that I wanted it a little shorter in the back and just trimmed in the front and please don’t thin my hair out. Do you know that that is? When a hairstylist thins your hair out, they are literally ripping chunks of hair out of your head in the name of making it more “manageable.” She did it once without asking me and it made my hair staticky. It also made me feel bald because I have really thick hair. This is incredibly damaging. Thank God my hair grows relatively fast, because I freaked out until it grew back. So guess what that woman did to my head this lovely summer morning. Guess.
I left with a bob. I had one inch of hair in the back of my head (it was down to my shoulders when I went in!) It was at least three inches shorter in the front (and I didn’t know any of this because I couldn’t see it). It was thinned out (she had whipped those scissors out and pulled a chunk of my hair out before I knew what she was doing–she was super-fast). And when I finally did see my hair, I was super pissed, especially when I felt the back of it. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough because I’m just not the type to go off on people, though I was the closest I have ever been. Like, don’t mess with a girl’s hair, right?
So I’m at the JCP salon and she tries to talk me into a free eyebrow waxing. Can I just say…women are crazy. I finally give in after she promises me they will look exactly the same, because I love my eyebrows, I think they’re perfect. (Lol!) And…ow. Like why would anyone wax anything? I mean, the eyebrows were tolerable and she was right, they do look virtually the same, they’re just a little more looking like I care what my eyebrows look like, if that makes any sense. But still, I waxed a few spots on my legs once and I thought I had ripped my skin off. And did you know people wax under their arms? Can you imagine? People do that! Like…ugh.
And I was thinking, my eyebrows were already as pretty close to perfect as you can get without tampering with them. (Ha, ha!) Are people so obsessed with perfection that they will tinker with stuff that isn’t broken and unnecessarily mess with their faces and muck themselves up for no reason?!
I’ve had salon people get pretty aggressive about this whole eyebrow waxing thing. The lady that ripped my hair out for example got on my case a lot. I don’t know why a few extra hairs are bothering them. Lol! It’s hilarious. And sad. And hours later, I swear my eyebrows were still mad at me. There was this lingering feeling of having been attacked on my forehead, long after the hideous, Frankenstein redness went away. After which it was replaced by a nice Franken-acne-looking rash for a few days. sigh
I see how you can get used to it, but why? Why do people do this to themselves? I am never touching my eyebrows again. They feel naked.