We've all had the experience of sitting in the uncomfortable
chair and having a stranger run their fingers through our hair; the
uncomfortableness of the situation is only elevated by the endless list of personal
questions most hairdressers feel obligated to vocalize. On the awkward scale,
Angela (my hairdresser) is notch below my dentist questioning me with his
fingers in my mouth. She’s asked me the same questions since I began visiting
her in seventh grade, determined to get to know me in thirty minute’s time. I
appreciate the gesture, but would prefer knowing she’s paying attention to my
long, unmanageable hair.
--Jennifer Ricke
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