Blowdryers and Curling Irons= Power

What is it about hairdressers that gives them total control over the fate of what you call your hair? It’s like no matter how many times you tell them you want it cut THIS short and not THAT short, they seemingly end up going against your wishes in a battle for complete domination over the dead skin cells taking up your scalp.

They say their work is a form of art. No one can tell them what to do or what looks right, because they have an inquisitive insight to the ‘Do’s and Dont’s’ of hairdos installed inside their brain. They just know. ‘Know’ in the sense that they can take whatever unruly measures to permanently damage your already non-attractive hair.

So when you think about it, it would never really be wise to piss off a hair stylist. It would be like throwing digitized bombs at Batman and then having him go all ninja-star on your ass, pardon the French. The comparison is anything if not a corresponding assessment. In Batman’s case, getting on his bad side could seriously damage your life, if not terminate it or leave you suffering with the perpetual after-effects of his massive fist in your gut; Not pretty, but completely plausible.

Irritating a hairstylist, at the risk of sounding misguided, could also be the cause of your eventual downfall and doom in a similar and creepier way.

They start doing something you don’t like and you actually have the indecency to complain? Strike One. See something you don’t like and do the Helen Keller, witnessing the massacre and abolition of your hair silently with no pleas for mercy? Strike Two. (Might as well give up, you are already doomed). Suggest they start brushing at the bottom and not at the top to help the tangles (Or mention they should get a hair job too) and actually question their credibility and natural qualities? DING DING DING! Strike Three.

This all leads to the undeniable: These people have the power to make you look as if you have a bird's-nest implanted in your head, like a raccoon tail has suddenly made way and sprouted from your skull, or worse, they have the power to dictate your future by making sure you never get a pick-up-line, or a phone call from the opposite sex again.

So yes: Those cute little hairdressers with blow-dryers and curling irons as their only source of income? They’re a powerful sort. So take my advice and a draw on the following,

Vital life-lesson # 1:
- Never piss off a hairdresser…EVER.