I am so VERY TIRED of having to fight the universe to look pretty. It took two days and an hour-long round trip to a different mall to find a suit, and then it took an hour of frustration and continued disgruntlement to find someone to clean up my hair… and for $30, if I had been able to take my eyes out and set them to the side so I could look at the back of my head, I’d have been able to do just as well, if not better.


I mean, curly haired truth. Most stylists have no idea what to do with curly hair unless they’ve been specially trained to deal with it. The lady that usually does mine cuts curl by curl, so that she can see how everything is falling, and she does it dry, so there’s no worry about shrinkage.


The first thing this stylist wanted to do? Wet me down. I managed to talk her out of that, but she still brushed all of my hair out, and then insisted on cutting it in all straight lines. If you cut curly hair like that, well, it’s just never going to be quite right.


I don’t understand WHY after living in this hair for 23 years, stylists want to discount what I can tell them about cutting it the best way possible. It’s not like I’m pulling it out of my ass… I WATCH how the stylist I like does it.


Between being a pants size that doesn’t exist and having a torso too short for normal jackets, I feel like the least I can ask is the ability to find a hairstylist that doesn’t butcher me. Even “ethnic” salons are out there in most good-sized cities, clearly marked, or connected within the community, but curly stylists are so hit or miss it’s ridiculous. It’s not like curls are rare, so why do I feel like such a minority?


And how come people never seem to believe that I LIKE my hair like this? Twice now, I’ve had women from the hair straightener kiosks in malls come at me and be like “Think how pretty your hair could be if we straightened it!”

Today, I finally just snapped at the goddamned saleswoman and asked her why she thought I was wearing my hair curly if I didn’t like it like that, before ripping into her about how she was just promoting the negative body image of any female who falls even remotely outside the status quo of what all the stupid beauty magazines want us to look like.
I think she might have actually gotten it, as she left me alone when I came the other way back down the mall-concourse.

And hooray to Pennsyltucky for not totally sucking for once. Maybe now the Palin Curse will fall off the Bears.