June 11, 2006

My haircut blows. A couple days ago I went to a salon school on the recommendation of a friend who is far more particular about her haircuts than I am about mine. I figured if SHE liked this place, which she claims to, I would be fine. The deal is, you pay $14 to get your hair cut by a stylist in training, under the supervision of his/her "professor." Yes, it's obnoxious to put "professor" in quotes, but it's also obnoxious to call yourself a "professor of hair." The girl who cut my hair was very cute and sweet, with a Rachael Leigh Cook in She's All That thing going on, and after her professor cleaned up some unevenness and she styled it, the cut looked great and I really liked it.

That should have been my first clue that it sucked. When I get a good cut, for whatever reason I usually end up hating it for 3 or 4 days before I get used to it and start to love it. With this cut, I can live with the fact that it's trying to be a mullet. After all, you can take the girl out of New Jersey, but you can't take the New Jersey out of the girl. What I don't like is that it's sloppy and clumpy and looks messy no matter what I do with it. So I have it pulled back pretty much all the time. I'm sure the professor would think I'm a hair philistine, but I think I just got what I paid for.