As children growing up in North America, we are taught to actively avoid people we don’t know. In order to ensure that we don’t jump into the car with the first person who offers us candy, parents paint a picture of “the stranger” as someone dangerous, someone foreign, someone who could easily take us away from everything we know and love. While most stop at striking the fear of God into wandering offspring, some parents go to such lengths as keeping their children on a leash-like lead to monitor their safety 100% of the time. Not my style, but who am I to judge? When I have kids, I’ll blog about it.
Okay guys (specifically followers of the male sex) – you may think that because this is a blog about my visit to the hair salon that there’s nothing in it for you. Well, you’re 99% right but if you’re interested in learning more about your women, then congrats, you are one of the 1% who will benefit should you decide to keep reading. Why? Because having one’s hair done is an experience which can, for a woman, redefine who she is and act as the universal remedy (albeit, temporary) to any ailment, stress or disappointment she may endure. Think this is illogical? Think again. For many women, our happiness is largely connected with being at ease with our sense of identity; the collective aspect of the set of characteristics by which a thing is definitively recognizable or known (thank you dictionary.com). In layman’s terms : it’s who we are (or strive to be) on the inside, and who we appear to be on the outside, and thus how we are generally perceived by those around us.