Hairstyle is not a lifestyle

I have finally realized that I hate going to the hair salon. It's an anxiety provoking situation. For as long as I can remember I always leave the salon wishing my hair looked different. Yesterday was no different. I had to cancel my appointment on Wednesday because my son was sick. Luckily I was able to reschedule for the next day. My regular stylist changed her hours, so I had to go back to girl I had before. All in all, she did a good job last time, a little short but it was fine. So instead of trying someone new I went back to her.

As previously posted, I don't get my hair washed or put on a smock or take anything to drink. I think I may wear a sign next time. I must have been asked about those three things about 5 times by five different people. When I respond, no thank you, I get that "I smell poop" look and the cheerleader, "OKAY". Yesterday, I thought ahead and decided to go in with a wet head and that way maybe they would skip the questions. Nope. My hair is soaking wet and I am sitting in the waiting area (nice look by the way) and this extremely gay man, he's the owner, says," Hon, do you want someone to wet your hair down?" I put my hand on my sopping wet hair and look at him. "No thank you." "OKAY." ( there was pity in his voice)

Finally the girl who cuts my hair brings me back. "Do you want me to wet your hair?" ARE THEY BLIND? Anyhoo, she starts cutting my hair and I decide I like her. She doesn't talk to me. The other stylist talked to me. Then the inquisition started:
HER: So, were you sick yesterday?
ME: No. My son was.
HER: What was wrong with him?
ME: He had a bad cold. I'm really sorry that I had to cancel on such short notice. Thank you for seeing me today.
HER: Sure. ( kinda short)

I start to think, she doesn't believe me. Why would I lie to a hair stylist? It's not like she's my boss or therapist or even the cable guy. I begin to wonder if they keep tabs on how many times I cancel and maybe they won't see me after three cancellations.

She doesn't say much except to ask me if I am going for an "Edgy" look. I am a 35 year old woman. I am wearing brown. I am the antithesis of edgy. I, of course, start laughing. I show her the hairstyle I'm working towards. It's under the caption, LOOKING GOOD IN YOUR THIRTIES AND FORTIES. It might as well have said, LOOKING GOOD IN YOUR MOM JEANS AND PULLOVER. Edgy, I am not. "No, I say. I'm going for a softer look." "Do you want it to be chunky?" "NO AND DON'T EVER SAY THAT WORD IN REGARDS TO HAIR!!" "No thank you." She sighs. As she's cutting she suggests that I go to bed with a wet head and with product to maximize the curl in my hair. I have no curl. I have cowlicks. When I wake up in the morning I look like the Heat Miser. She's really young, so I keep this to myself. Then she says," Your bangs are just SCREAMING to be lightened!!" Hmm. You must be mistaken. I think, if they are screaming, it's to get the hell out of here before you talk me into wrapping foil around my head and keeping me captive under a hair dryer where I will be certain to have a full blown anxiety attack. "No, thank you." She sighs again.

As I go to check out, the owner asks me," So, were you sick yesterday?" I really think they were trying to catch me in a lie or something. WHY WOULD I LIE TO MY HAIR STYLIST!!! YOU DON'T MATTER TO ME!!! Why is it that people in the fashion industry have the ability to make you feel so insecure? I have a Masters degree and I am feeling insecure about dark bangs. I am a professional person and I am being looked at like a moron by a 21 year old with a beauty school degree!

Anyhoo, I left and I will go back because I don't want to have to suffer bad haircuts to find another stylist.