25 June 2008
The Blather Factor
Please forgive a vent, but I recently got a bad haircut and I must out with my angst. My beloved Rachel who usually does a fantastic job had to go and give birth (the nerve! I mean, what is more important than my hair regimen? Chat and snip happily all day, or listen to screaming all night. Is this difficult?)
And I realized that there is much more to a good hair cut than just something with a tolerable style time and a low non-frump factor. A good haircut comes from a good stylist. It is so difficult to have someone new cut your hair once you have found the one. This is how the conversation went at my recent appointment:
S: Shall we wash your hair?
Me: Yes, please.
Me wanting to not have a 30 minute silence since I'm already nervous that I could be sitting in the chair of a butcher. . . So Rachel had her baby?
I wonder why this girl went to hair school if she cannot talk the hind leg off a mule and put me at ease. So I begin talking about my two children, and the fact that I just gave birth two months ago as she finishes washing my hair. She starts cutting my hair.
S: So, do you have any kids?
I won't bore you with the rest of our terrible conversation, as it was much of the same: me saying something and not being listened to or receiving a monosyllabic response. Hello! If you can't carry on a conversation, you should at least be a good listener. Or you should not go to hair school. The haircut is tolerable, but I will not be going back to the non-listener. Because a good hair cut is not just a good hair cut. It is a treasured and rare escape from children and laundry and dishes and vacuuming. And as a full time housewife and mother to two children who do not yet string full sentences, I want some bona fide adult conversation for pity's sake!