We've all been there -- to PERM or not to PERM!? That is the question! When I was in college, I decided I would get a perm, which to me meant adding "body" to my hair, but apparently is code to hairdressers everywhere to give you the "Shirley Temple" look. In college, this is tantamount to being a leper! I remember the woman at the JC Penny's salon (STRIKE ONE!) looked a lot like Stevie Nicks. You remember Stevie? Lead singer for Fleetwood Mac and a woman who sported a MASS of hair that was frizzy and had an occasional ringlet here and there. I told her that I thought her hair was very pretty (STRIKE TWO!) and apparently, that signaled the stylist to give me HER hairstyle (STRIKE THREE!). Yup! I have black hair and at that time it was layered and down to my shoulders, so instead of looking like a raven haired Stevie Nicks, I looked like Rossane Rossana Dana from Saturday Night Live! STUNNING! There is no way back up the social ladder when you have committed hari(HAIRY?)-cari! It's best you just pack up your things and move directly into a cave.
Now, just to let you know, I have an odd habit (surprise!), when I wake up in the middle of the night, I like to brush my teeth. I am sure somewhere, there are bells going off in a sanatorium, but I like to think of it as one of my many, adorable quirks. ANYHOO, I can remember the night of the hair-assault, I was brushing my teeth and my darling Mother comes out of her room, stops at the door (it was open as I was just brushing my teeth) and said, "Brush your hair!" , turns and head back to her room! Firstly, I couldn't get a brush through my hair; and second: it was 2 AM and I was heading back to bed but my darling Mother was wanting to be helpful!
You would think that would be the end of it, but sadly, this was not my last perm. For some reason, we women are eternal optimists! We think the next perm will be perfect and of course it won't be. Normally, it's worse. I remember after another fateful perm years later, I called my boss, a fabulous woman, and sobbing, told her I had had a perming accident and could not come in! She said she understood and gave me several hints that would help decrease the frizz and help me look somewhat passable as a human being! Remember PRELL? That was a perm killer for sure-sadly, it took multiple washes to get your perm calm enough to walk outdoors! What is even worse is that we continue to PAY people to do this to us. Surely another sign of insanity.
Today, straight hair is all the rage- thankfully for me, that is easily achieved but OH to have beautiful curls or waves for miles; the desire is still there! I have not had a perm for at least 25 years now and have no inclination to go that route again though recently, I had to talk my
precious Mother out of a perm; she was on the ledge, ready to jump, and I, her loving and still perm scarred daughter was able to save her from making that mistake! Crisis averted for her..... This is Rosanne Rosanna Dana signing off for now!
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