Oh Yeah, Now I Remember

why I FUCKING hate going to get my hair cut. I learned my lesson. Mark my words dear readers, I will NEVER go to a place to cut, blow, color etc my hair. Every fucking time I go I regret it. Besides the obvious waste of time and money, I always always always feel assaulted by the hairdresser. He/She is unable to accept that I do not want a style, that I do not want to color my hair. It is insulting and uncomfortable and degrading. I ran into a place to wash and blow dry my hair in an effort to look nice for a school fundraiser tonight. I left livid, $50 poorer and with a horrendous haircut. I agreed to trim it when he insisted that it would be fast and make my hair healthier. Without my noticing (he had all of my hair up above my head), this fat tacky fuck cut several layers into my hair. I now look like a chandelier. Along the way he insulted me and asked me if I was pregnant (the second person to do so today) and if tat was the explanation for my unkempt white hair. Do I offer free unsolicited advice to people I deem to be aesthetically inferior to my tastes? I cannot remember the last time I was this mad or felt this ugly. What a disappointment. One thing that made me feel better was when he consoled me by saying that all the celebrities have this haircut, that all I had to do was open a magazine to see so. Do I look like a celebrity to you, I asked? Now I know why I feel the way I do about beauty treatments.