I've never gone home from a haircut and cried before, but there's a first for everything!
I've never had an issue with Candace before, as she's my mom's hairdresser and I see her every once in a while when I'm home from college. I've never wanted anything too "crazy" or unorthodox, so I usually just figure anyone will do. I asked for lots of layers, something I was very sure of as I have a bit more of an alternative style and wanted to be able to spike the tips out every once in a while. She didn't touch the long layers I already had in the back other than trimming an inch off my overall length (that's fine, whatever) but I kept asking for more intense face framing. When the shortest part was about where I wanted it, my hair was two starkly different lengths instead of being gradually blended. She blamed my previous hairdresser (in Santa Cruz) despite her being the one that made me realize I liked a lot of layers on myself.
As this is going on, she kept making passive aggressive comments about my colored hair. Color is something I take pride in doing myself, as it's far cheaper and a sort of rite of passage in the alt scene. I had rinsed it a bit earlier than I would have because I had already been up late, so there were some parts where the color didn't take as vibrantly as others. Throughout the appointment Candace kept telling me I needed to overlay the color again, pointing out any spots that were slightly lighter, pointing it out to her coworker, and overall making me wildly uncomfortable at the unwarranted critique. It would have been one thing if I had entered the salon and said "what do you think of my color?" No, I didn't ask. I just wanted a haircut. Unwarranted and unwanted "advice" is just straight up criticism and it made me feel bad about myself despite the fact I had really loved my color. She made me feel so ugly so quick, and at a point I just didn't want to keep asking for more layers as she wasn't taking me seriously. I'll just learn to cut it myself or go back to Pleasure Head when I'm back in Santa Cruz.
Thinking back, at the beginning of the appointment I asked about her snake bites and whether they bothered her teeth (I've always stayed away from oral piercings from fear of this) and she pulled her lip down to show me. I was genuinely interested, but I realize she never left my side to go wash her hands after having put her fingers in her mouth, and then proceeding to touch and cut my hair. Even pre-covid I would have been grossed out. read more