I hate product
Jun. 25th, 2006 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonSo I did the girlie thing yesterday and went to see my stylist whose name I won't mention for fear it will set off that earworm again. Nothing major, just my usual trim to shoulder length to take advantage of my hair's natural tendency to flip up on the end at that length. I'd already washed and conditioned at home, but Stylist said, "We'll just have Gina give you a head massage anyway."
Head massage?
I'm not complaining, it felt good and it's nice to be fussed over and everything, but gee. So I got my head massaged with more conditioner, then the haircut. Then the product. I hate product. That probably means I have to turn in my girl card or something, but I just hate that junk on my hair. And I know that an important component of Stylist's job is to sell as much product as possible because that's how Ricky Pule's Base Salon makes scads of money, but no. She gamely leaves piles of it at the front desk for me with the bill for services, but twenty dollars for two ounces of product isn't my idea of a good investment, and I'm usually quite firm in pushing it all away again.
But Brandy--oh criminy! I said her name. I'm doomed.--was so charming and enthusiastic about how much plumper and fuller and what the frick all, and there were a lot of product fumes in the air and breathing that stuff in has got to effect one's brain cells, right? Somehow yesterday I wound up buying something called brillantine. Isn't that the stuff that gigolos in the Twenties used to put on their hair? How did that happen? As soon as I walked out the door I knew I'd never use the stuff. It would just go in the drawer with all the other unused product.
I wonder if any of the product used on me yesterday had any ingredients having to do with sheep glands or the like? Because I just followed the sheep dog right into the shearing pen on that one.
In the evening, I made a nice stir fry--going for savory rather than traditional--with carrots, onion, broccoli, snow peas and seasoned with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and fresh thyme, marjoram, and savory from the herb garden. It was bueno over white rice and helped easy the trauma somewhat.
Head massage?
I'm not complaining, it felt good and it's nice to be fussed over and everything, but gee. So I got my head massaged with more conditioner, then the haircut. Then the product. I hate product. That probably means I have to turn in my girl card or something, but I just hate that junk on my hair. And I know that an important component of Stylist's job is to sell as much product as possible because that's how Ricky Pule's Base Salon makes scads of money, but no. She gamely leaves piles of it at the front desk for me with the bill for services, but twenty dollars for two ounces of product isn't my idea of a good investment, and I'm usually quite firm in pushing it all away again.
But Brandy--oh criminy! I said her name. I'm doomed.--was so charming and enthusiastic about how much plumper and fuller and what the frick all, and there were a lot of product fumes in the air and breathing that stuff in has got to effect one's brain cells, right? Somehow yesterday I wound up buying something called brillantine. Isn't that the stuff that gigolos in the Twenties used to put on their hair? How did that happen? As soon as I walked out the door I knew I'd never use the stuff. It would just go in the drawer with all the other unused product.
I wonder if any of the product used on me yesterday had any ingredients having to do with sheep glands or the like? Because I just followed the sheep dog right into the shearing pen on that one.
In the evening, I made a nice stir fry--going for savory rather than traditional--with carrots, onion, broccoli, snow peas and seasoned with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and fresh thyme, marjoram, and savory from the herb garden. It was bueno over white rice and helped easy the trauma somewhat.
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Date: 2006-06-25 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-25 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 07:41 am (UTC)Brillantine, yup, my uncle uses it for his Elvis hairdo. *grin*
No seriously, it's not as reviled a product as it used to be. C uses it too and he has long hair and is nothing like a Twenties gigolo.
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Date: 2006-06-26 05:01 pm (UTC)Oh yeah, I know. But I am so not a product person that it cracks me the hell up.