Ok, so I went to get a haircut yesterday evening. I was thinking of going to Great Clips, but thought better of it and went to the salon next door. They could get me in right away, so I was happy.
So this amazonian woman with bright orange hair comes to get me, apparently this is my stylist. I was a little worried, but decided to go ahead with it. She takes me to the shampoo bowl, where I get a huge whiff of her cigarette reek. Then she talks to her kid while she’s shampooing me. I got to hear all about the homework and blah blah blah. I don’t want kids around me while I’m getting my hair done, if I did, I’d bring my own. Then she takes me to the chair where she rakes through my hair with her claw-like fingernails. I was pretty nervous about the haircut and told her so.
Throughout the cut, she says things like, “Poor thing, you don’t have much hair, do you?” Wtf? I have plenty of hair and I don’t know why this tacky bitch feels the need to say something like that. Then she asks me, in a snide tone of voice, if I do my own color. I said yes, and told her what I use on it and how I do it. She smugly insulted my color job, which gets compliments every day. And we’re talking about someone with bright orange hair, insulting my color.
She was standing in front of me cutting my bangs, while talking to her redneck boyfriend and I couldn’t help but notice her leathery tanning bed cleavage staring at me. It was a nauseating mixture of burnt skin and eau de gramma perfume. In front of me were pictures of her with her friends and boyfriend, dressed head to toe in '80s garb, with great big Ronald McDonald hair. No, the pictures were not from Halloween, this was her normal look.
So, the haircut turned out ok, but I have a real issue with the personal commentary about my hair color and style. If you’re a hairdresser you’re supposed to compliment your client, not try to make them feel badly about their hair. It’s like a doctor having good bedside manner. The whole time she was cutting I was freaking out that she might do something horrible to my hair. Thank God she didn’t, but it was still disconcerting. I only get a cut every 3 months for this exact reason. The hairdressers I’ve encountered have been bitches!! I don’t think they want to make other women look good at all.
Next time, I’m going to a guy.