I think there were about ten minutes in the mid-nineties that I wasn’t either growing out my bangs or deciding whether to cut bangs. I am currently doing both (as my longish side bangs are so annoying that I am trying to decide on the easiest way to end the misery).
This is not to say that I have never liked my hair. I had a good two year run with one stylist whose personality did not make the cut (wow. I’m so sorry) but more often than not, I’m either committed to a mediocre stylist whose personality I love or I’m bouncing from stylist to stylist like a crack addict with memories of that one awesome haircut that worked and the high the came with it. Though in the interest of full disclosure, I will also admit that sometimes it’s not my hair that’s the real issue--it's my face. I have had several haircuts (including, but not limited to the one that I am currently sporting) that would look awesome if I had someone else’s face.
I am not a cutter or a substance abuser or someone who engages in extreme (or team) sports, but I have been recklessly using Groupons for haircuts lately, my logic being why pay $100 for the same cut you can hate for $15.00? My husband thinks that I’m cheap and that I’m getting what I pay for. That said, he also claims not to notice any difference between haircuts. Ever. If this is in fact true, it’s kind of sad for him because when I do get that perfect cut, he won’t be able to revel in the joy that I am imagining accompanies a good haircut. I might not even invite him to the I-have-the-exact-right-amount-of-layers party.*
I feel like a big issue with my recent (10+ year) run of bad haircuts has a lot to do with communication. However, because I happen to be an excellent communicator (obviously) I have narrowed it down to two possibilities--either the stylists I’m dealing with are hard of hearing or the music they play at salons is just too loud. I mean what other reason is there to explain the fact that when I say “no layers”, the stylist hears “ ‘mo layers!” Or when I say “just a trim” she hears “short, like him” or if I say “just a bit off the back” she hears “if you don’t cut a big chunk off the front, I might have a heart attack!” So my next step is to stop frequenting salons that play music**.
This is not to say that I have never liked my hair. I had a good two year run with one stylist whose personality did not make the cut (wow. I’m so sorry) but more often than not, I’m either committed to a mediocre stylist whose personality I love or I’m bouncing from stylist to stylist like a crack addict with memories of that one awesome haircut that worked and the high the came with it. Though in the interest of full disclosure, I will also admit that sometimes it’s not my hair that’s the real issue--it's my face. I have had several haircuts (including, but not limited to the one that I am currently sporting) that would look awesome if I had someone else’s face.
I am not a cutter or a substance abuser or someone who engages in extreme (or team) sports, but I have been recklessly using Groupons for haircuts lately, my logic being why pay $100 for the same cut you can hate for $15.00? My husband thinks that I’m cheap and that I’m getting what I pay for. That said, he also claims not to notice any difference between haircuts. Ever. If this is in fact true, it’s kind of sad for him because when I do get that perfect cut, he won’t be able to revel in the joy that I am imagining accompanies a good haircut. I might not even invite him to the I-have-the-exact-right-amount-of-layers party.*
I feel like a big issue with my recent (10+ year) run of bad haircuts has a lot to do with communication. However, because I happen to be an excellent communicator (obviously) I have narrowed it down to two possibilities--either the stylists I’m dealing with are hard of hearing or the music they play at salons is just too loud. I mean what other reason is there to explain the fact that when I say “no layers”, the stylist hears “ ‘mo layers!” Or when I say “just a trim” she hears “short, like him” or if I say “just a bit off the back” she hears “if you don’t cut a big chunk off the front, I might have a heart attack!” So my next step is to stop frequenting salons that play music**.
The crazy part is that I have easy hair and I’m not at all adventurous -- my hair has never been cut above my shoulders, dyed, permed or even highlighted which is why I have to get this issue under control NOW. I’m not sure how much time I have left before the grey sets in, but I need to find someone who can cut my hair before I venture into the scary and exciting world of colour.***
In the meantime, the longer this issue goes on, the more empathy I have for fellow sufferers- the most famous being Britney Spears****, who you may remember was so unhappy with a lousy haircut back in February 2007 that she shaved off all her hair and immediately suffered a breakdown. Though I hear that it’s grown back quite nicely-- maybe I should find out who cuts her hair (and whether he accepts Groupons.)
*Extravaganza
In the meantime, the longer this issue goes on, the more empathy I have for fellow sufferers- the most famous being Britney Spears****, who you may remember was so unhappy with a lousy haircut back in February 2007 that she shaved off all her hair and immediately suffered a breakdown. Though I hear that it’s grown back quite nicely-- maybe I should find out who cuts her hair (and whether he accepts Groupons.)
*Extravaganza
**And to stop using stylists that can only communicate by reading lips without and interpreter who is fully versed in American Sign Language by my side.
***I can already hear how the conversation will play out “What? Dark brown? I thought you said you wanted a colour that you can see across town”.
****Or possibly, Sinead O’Connor
***I can already hear how the conversation will play out “What? Dark brown? I thought you said you wanted a colour that you can see across town”.
****Or possibly, Sinead O’Connor
