Hair Therapy

Two posts and four scores ago I blogged about wanting to be bad. I have to tell you what I've been thinking about since.

Okay see... I had a hair appointment last night. Now I have the BEST hairdresser in the world. She has been doing my hair for years. She knows me like a book. She does hair for some of my other hoochies and she is better than any counselor on earth.

The thing is... my hairdresser is like the "Soup Nazi" from Seinfeld, only she's the "Hair Nazi." If you are a new client, she might or might not decide to let you sit in her chair. There have been plenty of weird people she's refused. She also speaks in broken english which is hysterical, but after many years of hair therapy with Mali, I understand her perfectly.

So the minute I sit in the confession chair to start the process of highlights, I tell her everything I've been thinking about lately. I knew for sure she would say - just go have a one night stand with some faceless guy. Nope, you know what she said?

You'll never do it. You will never exchange your integrity or your values for one night. She said she strongly suggests that I do just one time not think and just act, however she knows me (of course in her wonderful accent and broken english). It's not in me. I want it to be in me but it's not.

She just confirms what I know inside. She's one of "my persons"