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I suppose There's Something About Mary would have been worse

It takes me forever to get around to getting a haircut. Frequently I'll go three or four months between haircuts, because it seems like such a waste of money to spend it on my head, which I hardly even ever look at. But I thought it was important to chop off some of the stringy mess so that I could look presentable in Seattle, so off I went to the salonnnnn¹.

The hair-cutting lady² and I didn't get off to a good start, because she asked me if I was a student, then was relentless in her quest to convince me that I need highlights, and that highlights would make my hair look thicker. Since I had already told her that I only ever get my hair cut every three months or so and that I sometimes use mousse and a blowdrier if I get around to it, it doesn't seem like a higher-maintenance hair production was called for. Then I zoned out while she was cutting and she kept thinking I was frowning at her instead of my thoughts, and I felt like she was getting mad and I didn't know how to defend myself because she stopped the hair-cutting lady banter and continued in this gruff professional silence after I told her that I didn't want highlights.

As we got near the end of the haircut, she asked me if I wanted layering in the front. I had been daydreaming again and not really thinking about my hair. Why do the hair-cutting ladies ask me such difficult questions? I don't know. I just want it how it usually is. Does that involve layering? I don't know. I am terrible at a) knowing how I want my hair cut and b) expressing that to the hair-cutting lady in proper hair-cutting terms. This probably has something to do with the fact that I only go to the salonnnnn every three months or so, and forget everything in between.

So I told her I didn't. She finished it and styled it and I thought it looked okay, but it turns out that it's a little too long and a little too straight and it's one of those haircuts that I have no hope of properly styling on my own, so it just sits there. But really, I have no one to blame but myself, because she asked me how I wanted it done and when she was done she asked me if I liked it. And at the time, I thought it was fine.

Yesterday was the first day I had to take a shot at styling it, and I spent all day trying to figure out who I reminded myself of. When I finally remembered, I was really embarrassed, because telling people that I remind myself of this girl would force me to admit that I watched this movie on TV last weekend. What can I say? It came on after my mom's favorite movie and I didn't bother to change the channel. It is a terrible terrible movie, and now I feel as though I am connected to it via hairstyle. Maybe I'll have to get an early haircut next time... after only two months.

srah - Thursday, 15 March 2007 - 10:52 AM
Tags: haircut