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Yeah, that’s another thing… I don’t remember handheld “gun-style” hairdryers being popular until the mid-seventies. Up until then, women really didn’t wash their hair daily as a matter of course because of the production of drying it with a bonnet dryer.
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A little tangent about the earliest hand-held hair dryers. About 25 years ago, I did home nursing; I had a patient who was 81, and had a very old hand-held hair dryer. She and her husband were wealthy and liked gadgets, so she had a lot of Old Technology.
Anyway, this hair dryer was ancient; it was so old the cord on it was wrapped in fabric! (Remember that? I remembered it from my mother’s old iron). And why weren’t they more popular? Because that mother weighed a ton! Seriously. I don’t know what kind of metal it was made of, but it certainly wasn’t anything light-weight like aluminum. I would imagine spending more than, oh, five minutes holding it at the correct height and level to blow-dry your hair could cripple you for the remainder of the day.
Broomstick, that’s a mighty wide brush (heh) you’re using there. I never put styling products in my hair. My hair is longer than shoulder-length. But at least the front of it needs to be washed every two or two and a half days. (In case you’re wondering what I mean by “every two and a half days”, it means that if I wash my hair on a Friday morning, the latest I can get away with letting it go is Sunday night.
However, the part of my hair below the ear lobes (IOW, further away from the oils in my scalp) can easily go a week without washing. I seldom really shampoo it at all. I wash the top part, and the ends get clean enough just from the soapy water running over them when I rinse. I only put conditioner on the part of the hair from my ears down.
As to the OP, I grew up in a family of seven (my two parents, and us five girls). We were lucky enough to have one and a half baths. I was the youngest, and the younger kids often bathed together, and were “bathroom buddies”. While my sister B, two years older than me, was using the toilet at night, I’d be brushing my teeth and washing my hands and face, then we’d switch and I’d get the toilet and she’d get the sink. And of course, as many others have mentioned, there was much pounding on the door and many shouts of “I gotta go!”
My hubby grew up in a family of eight, with only one bathroom. They just took turns, and beat each other up while waiting in line (hey, they were all boys; what can I say?)