The Salon Sagas
Low self-esteem. The fatal flaw of this generation. The industries have sniffed this out and the traps are all set. All that remains is for an unsuspecting millennial to walk into one. I nearly walked into one too. Here is that sketch. Usual Sunday morning at the hair salon, wrapped in an apron, staring vacantly at the painted walls, contemplating life (that’s what you do at these places right?). When I reached that point where you realize contemplation is actually making you feel worse, I let my eyes loiter around the pristine interior. A model stared at me from somewhere to my right with her haughty olive eyes and a mocking smile. Her hair, a flawless shiny stream of a curious woody brown lay sprawled over her shoulder. They had apparently captured her as she was stroking it. “ Mocha Balayage”, it said with a code underneath. Hmmm…how would that look on me? My brain photoshopped instantly & flashed half a dozen images of me with the mocha-something on. Both my brai