I don’t really like getting my hair cut. I only do it because there comes a point where my hair turns into a mullet no matter what kind of style I had going on before. So I make an appointment, and I go to have it cut. I like the shampoo part, and I like the hanging out with Jill part, but the part where my hair actually gets cut, I never like. Never have.
I hate the way I look in the salon cape. My head is all disembodied and weird-looking, especially when my hair is wet and you can see the actual shape of my head and face. And you’re sort of forced to sit there looking at yourself in the mirror the whole time all bodiless and generally unfinished, and honestly…who likes that?
Then you leave and itch for the rest of the day because there are tiny hairs inside the collar of your shirt that cannot be removed without removing your shirt and showering.
It’s not that I don’t like the results really. But it kind of is. Even if it’s a good haircut/style, it’s always frustrating to me that my hair is so short again. Because it’s curly, it shrinks up in an unbelievable way even if it’s only trimmed a little. So when I feel like it’s making progress in the growth department and just needs a little trim-n-shape, I go to get it cut, and it feels like I’m having to start all over with the growing out part because it shrinks up so much. It’s very frustrating. And I feel kind of man-ish.
So there you have it. A girl who doesn’t like getting her hair done. Other girly things I don’t enjoy include:
- having my makeup done
- hand lotion
- Orlando Bloom
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand…I’m off to the mall.