The hairdresser said he'd been at the curly hair salon for more than ten years. "Was there ever a time you were scared of it? Curly hair?" I asked as he was already snipping away. "Oh, yeah. Definitely. I didn't know what was going to happen sometimes." Snip. Snip. He asked me about my regimen --and when you ask a biracial girl about this there is always a long involved story that makes her sound like she's got a chemistry lab in her bathroom of various hair products she mixes together depending on the weather, the season, and finally her curl's mood. Do you use shampoo? No. (Well, almost never.) Do you use a brush? No. (Except for the days I do.) Do you take care of your hair? Yes. I think. But I can never rely on it to look nice when it's curly. Of course some days it does, but when it counts, I always get a blow dry and go straight. Ah, he says. Snip. There was a long pause before he said: "Do you feel like you are heard better when you have straight hair?"
Is this the therapist's office or the hair salon?, I think. I want to burst into tears suddenly. Well, yes, I say. And it is true. I think people are thinking about my crazy curly hair difference rather than focusing on what I have to say. Very strange to think of it that way.
The happy end of the story is that I am happy with my curls now (again), and I think I might (at least in the short term) have some luck in duplicating his great job. And oh yeah, can you hear me now? :)