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August 18, 2011


I always dread going to the salon. Tuesday was no different. It had been about eight months since I had gone and my hair had gotten quite wild. Actually, I prefer it that way – rippling waves, disshelved locks.  Much like when Jewel said, “I long for a man with nests of wild things in his hair.”

I’m lucky enough to be able to get away with it.  There is a steady undercurrent of natural and wild in my genome – mixed in there with drum beats, bare feet, and the cotton fields of the South.  No doubt, my distaste for the faux comes from the same place.

I treat going to the salon as a chore – just get it done and move on. Easier said than done.

My appointment was at 5. I dutifully arrived fifteen minutes early – knowing very well I would be sitting for an hour.  I did. It was 6 before I finally stepped up to the chopping block. But sitting there taking in the salon culture raised many questions.  Why do good stylists have bad hair? What is it about a barber chair that gets folks talking more than a truth serum? Why do so many people want what they don’t have? feel like they need to make an image statement as if being who they are on the inside weren’t enough? Everyone. Must. Know. Who. I. Have. Decided. To Be.

Three hours later I emerged looking like I belong in an 80s hair band. Yes, your amazing new volumizing shampoo, conditioner, daily leave in treatment, mousse, shine serum, and hairspray has turned my gentle waves into cruchy spaghetti with height to rival Dolly Pardon’s wig. No, I will not take them all home. People do it though.

The thought of using six products to achieve a hair style… yeah, no thanks. Maybe they do that so you can’t really see the haircut they just gave you – in case you don’t like it.

I do like it though – three shampoos later.  I’ll be good for another eight months.