Me too. 
And this is why I haven’t had my hair “professionally” cut in over a decade. No matter how often and how loudly I said, “My hair is naturally curly, be careful!” before the cut, about midway through the stylist would could come out with: “Wow! Your hair is really curly.” And I’d leave with a point on the top of my head.
It’s like they don’t believe some people actually have naturally curly hair. Come on! You’re a professional stylist! You must have seen that freakish trait before!
Thank god I didn’t do this before our wedding.
My hair was all one length, straight and fine.
I have always lusted and coveted spiral corkscrew curls. I mean totally covet. My hair is not genetically predisposed to hold a curl for more than say an hour before flattening out.
It didn’t help that for years I worked with and stared at the back of the head of a woman who had and has to this day, the prettiest head of curls I have ever seen in my life. Which she hated and periodically would straighten.
So I go to the salon where I had been going to for about two years and my usual guy, Christopher, who had done such a bang up job on my do for the wedding
( and I mean it was fabulous wasn’t there. Wasn’t there anymore. Left the hair business.
I was recommended to a guy that I had never seen before in there in my two years of giving them wads of money during my VAIN and FRIVOLOUS phase in life. They knew me there so this made the betrayal so much more worse.
I was so fucking clueless and like a deer in the headlights, I didn’t think to go, “Uhhhhh, how about someone who isn’t fresh out of cosmetology school?”
I came out of there with a head full of fuzz. Shoulder length white girl retarded fro.
I paid $90 for it back in 1994.
It took me about two weeks to realize it was absolute crap and my hair was ruined. I never had one spiral curl. Not one curl. Not even a wave. It was just fuzz.
That was late November of 1994. I had just started a new job.
I wore it in a tight pony tail until May, when I had grown it out enough to maybe cut it into a bob or something. Can’t go wrong with a bob.
I went to my SIL’s hair stylist because her hair has always looked really nice. I told him my “bob” ideas and he listened patiently noting the two inches of straight roots and the rest of the fuzz that reached my midback and gave a suggestion of “Cutting it all off.”
Having nothing to lose but the fuzz, I didn’t hesitate. “Let’s do it.” I have balls with hair decisions that I’ve never had in any other aspect of my life. Discuss.
I came out of there not even looking like the gal that went in. My husband did a double take that night at the morphing I did from fuzzy head to Bond Girl and the next day at the office everyone whispered how Shirleywas gone and some new girl was in her place. That was a very fun day.
I went to him for years and never ever had a bad hair cut.
Ironically, the best haircut I’ve ever had was from one of the students at cosmetology school. My hair is pixie short and cannot be screwed up too much and I needed a trim, so I popped in and the girl that gave me the cut took about an hour and had her Teacher check everything. I tipped her very well.
To this day I have no idea what made that haircut the best I’ve ever had, but I received more compliments on it than any other in my life ( besides the aboveforementioned shearing.)
Oh, and I’ve never had a perm since 1994. They should be outlawed, IMHO.