Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I need a haircut, but...

I hate hairstylists or whatever they are called nowadays. My dear mother gave me thick confused black hair. I call them confused because the strands don't know if they should be straight or wavy, so I have some wavy some straight thick black hair, which results to a big poof. Believe me I like my hair and I am grateful that I inherited my mothers locks, but... I hate getting a hair cut. It has nothing to do with the cost; I always get marked up because I have long thick hair, and that's fine. But it seems like every time I walk into a salon and declare my needs, the receptionist lady assesses me and the first thing she says would be "You have a lot of hair." Thank You, Captain Obvious. I've known that. Do you only expect people to have few strands of hair? So I get shepherd in to a station. When my stylist comes, guess what the first thing she says? WHOA you have a lot of hair. You'd think that stylists have seen plenty of heads to not be shocked by this, right? And they'd keep on talking about it again and again when they're cutting my hair. I'd rather they tell me about their life than whine about having to cut my hair.

Another thing I hate is that after I tell them NO to various straightening products and perming jobs, they still ask again. Japanese straightening is good for you. No, lady, it won't be good for me because I have a round face and having flat hair will make me look retarded. Besides, I don't want to look like every Asian barbies out there with their straight thin hair. No, I don't want to look like you.

But I need a haircut. Supposed I'd just have to suck it up for 30 mins.