I am going to get a haircut tommorow. I desperately need a trim (and when I say trim, I mean it, take off as little hair as you can, don't whack off three inches because I "needed it") but I keep putting it off for one reason: everytime I go to the hairdresser, I get a lecture.
It doesn't matter which hairdresser I go to, whether they are students or well-known, first visit or billionth. I keep getting the same lecture.
So please, Kristin, I hear great things about you and what you can do with hair. I want a trim, and I'm going to say half an inch because I know you will double it. I want my bangs trimmed, if you think I can pull off shorter, go for it, but ONLY if you think it will look good. And I want some long layers. Nothing choppy.
I also implore you to please refrain from telling me the following because I already know it:
"You have very dry hair"
"Being blonde is quite damaging"
"Have you always been blonde?"
"How about letting your natural color (dirty blonde) grow out and getting blonde highlights?"
"Your hair is breaking at the back. Do you wear a ponytail?"
"Promise me you'll never wear your hair in a ponytail again"
"It's so damaged. I don't know what I'm going to do with it"
"See this! It's breaking off here!"
"Do you blowdry or flatiron?"
"Never blowdry or flatiron your hair again"
"Your hair is so dry, it's hard to comb"
"Do you want to try our $100 deep conditioning treatment?"
And so on.
The thing is, I end up sitting there and either defending me and my hair ("Actually, I only blowdry once every few days, I always let it airdry first, I use moisturizing shampoos, when I dye my hair I ONLY do the roots, I wash my hair every other day, I try to not wear it in a ponytail, I have been other hair colors and it just wasnt me, I was born with this hair color damnit!) OR I just sit there and meekly apologize.
After all of that you would think I have the worlds worst hair. I don't. I sometimes get compliments on it. Yes, it is fine as shit and greasy at times and is often too flat. But it's manageable, it's very soft and it's very shiny. GIVE ME A BREAK!
So, you can see why I avoid the hairdressers like the plague. Hopefully Kristin will stumble across my blog before she does my hair and I won't have to lecture HER on not lecturing me.
BTW - for those who care (Simon), I have updated my other blog (see sidebar) with my review of my hotel in Rome. Ciao!