Warning -very superficial (and exaggerated) post to follow:
I hate my hair, absolutely hate it! I've had the same person cut my hair since August and you know you have bad hair when she says, "Honey, we could cut your hair for hours and you'd still have too much". Ouch. She then went on and on about how thick it is (and not the good kind of thick) and how "my goodness, your hair won't lie straight!". Wanting to remain the ever friendly gal I try to be my comments included, "Oh, I know" "Yeah, those four cowlicks are a pain, aren't they?". It was hard work trying to respond politely to sighs and frustration brought on by dealing with The Monster otherwise known as my hair. Is there a polite way to say, "Stop whining. I'm the one who has to deal with it on a daily basis!"? If hairdressers are about ready to throw in the towel then perhaps I should admit defeat. My beastly cowlicks cannot be tamed. I am forever shamed to a live a life a frumpy hair. Oh, the drama.
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