That's right, nearly twelve years. I don't like hairdressers. I'm not sure why. I rely on home hair-dye kits for my blondeness, and family members for haircuts.
I would hate to BE a hairdresser too. On my feet all day - blurgh. Probably having to inhale dodgy chemicals, and make inane conversation with customers. Man. sometimes I find it hard enough to talk to people I actually WANT to talk to.
And now here's another reason why I would hate to be a hairdresser. I just read this in the small ads of my magazine . . .
Don't suffer in silence - HairLawyers are the UK's first dedicated compensation service run by legal experts in hair injury.
It's got the obligatory freephone number, a website . . . I'm distressed by the whole thing, frankly. Suddenly ambulance-chasing has sprung into regular everyday life. It's invaded girl-world.
One of the reasons, I now remember, that I don't like going to the hairdressers, is because I RARELY like the results. I'm sure I'm not the only person who has left the salon struggling not to cry, after nodding and smiling through gritted teeth and saying "it's lovely', not wanting to offend. Fact is, more often than not, once I get home and style it myself, it's okay. But at the time, I am mortified to even go out in public . . . just to walk home!!! Man, I guess the whole hair area is RIPE for exploitation.
Imagine if HairLawyers takes off. You'll have desperate lawyers stationed outside every big salon, watching for someone with bad hair coming out and crying so they can swoop in and offer to "represent" them. They'll probably be going up to people who left the salon feeling confident and sexy and imply that they look crap, just to get more business.
I feel even MORE sorry for hairdressers now . . .