I've felt like this at the beauty salon. One time while we were living in England I went for a haircut. My hair has always been short, but it had grown out a little in the back. I looked like the Brady Bunch mom. Anyway, Simon was cutting my hair, and he had a very posh English accent and seemed with it. He asked me if I wanted my fringe cut off. I answered with a hesitant "Yes" as he nodded encouragement. He cut my bangs to the quick!!! How was I supposed to know that fringe=bangs in British?
On a trip to Southern California back in the '70's, I impulsively went into a salon on the beach. Women were sitting in just their skimpy bras getting their hair done! I was a little freaked out, and said I'd keep my top on, thank you. When the guy laid me back to get my hair washed there was a collage of Playboy centerfolds on the ceiling. My eyes looked a lot bigger after that haircut.
A guy who's an M+M reader just sent in this question:
Natasha has been my hairdresser for more than 15 years. I love the way she does my hair. I am always generous with my tip. The problem is, she can't handle money. Natasha tells me all her money woes (the bank troubles, the creditors, how she can't meet her payroll...) I go to get a haircut and a shave, and just relax. My wife thinks she's hinting for me to bail her out. My son says I should be like a bartender and just listen. What's the best way out of this situation?
From, Hairy Guy
A hairstylist divorce is one of the trickiest of breakups. What if you can't find anyone else who understands your cowlicks? But I think you've got irreconcilable differences here. If you were telling her your problems, she might have to put up with it because she needs (obviously) your money. You, on the other hand, are getting scalped. Give her a nice Christmas tip in December, and relax in somebody else's shampoo bowl in January.
Dear guy (in need of a haircut,)
Take a good long look in the mirror. If you love your haircut, love the gentle massage, love her products, and the location of the salon then keep her and drown out her voice by bringing in a good paperback novel. A good hairstylist is difficult to come by. If, after looking in the mirror, you decide you're ready for a change, go ahead and snip the drama out of your life!
I'd advise caution when dealing with women holding scissors and razors. Years ago Pete (son, age 3) had a bad breakup with his stylist (daughter, age 5.) He came upstairs without bangs, and missing an eyebrow.
Do you have any hair-raising experiences to share?