I have been getting my hair coloured for as long as I can remember. My first taste of bleach was age 13 when I wanted to look like Gwen Stefani but ended up looking like Pippi Longstocking. I dared to dye at home and I paid the price. I declared from that moment on that I would never, ever do my own colour again.
Hairdressers may leave school early, before sitting exams or receiving a qualification. But so what? If they already know what they want to do why sit in a classroom. Hairdressers learn plenty on the job. They also attend classes to learn all about colouring and cutting. It isn't simple. It takes time and experience to learn the science behind colouring. Same too with cutting. Just like anything else, hairdressing is an acquired skill. They may not have NCEA science, but they probably know more about chemistry than most of us. A hairdressing apprentice has to complete three years on the job training whilst also sitting exams and attending classes. During that time as an apprentice they do not get paid very much and they work like dogs. Once they are finally qualified they get paid more, but it is definitely not big bucks.
As well as being able to cut and colour, hairdressers also have to be friendly, personable and have good listening skills. They need to be able to relate to people and not have issues with touching people's heads. They also need to have an understanding of skin and scalp conditions. There is a lot they have to have going on to be good at what they do. Personally I love going to the hairdressers. It is my relax time. The only time where I am trapped in a chair and must sit there and do nothing. There's no kid tantrums to diffuse. No arguments over the need to wear pants. I get to plonk my butt and sit and chatter about this and that. I also get to read magazines. I don't buy magazines because I am a cheapskate, but I LOVE reading them. Not trashy ones or bitchy ones. I like a good Mindfood or North and South.
I love getting my hair played with and I love telling my hairdresser what I want done and then relaxing while it all gets done for me. A few hours later....Tada! Awesome hair. I guess it helps that I have found the best hairdressers ever at Salon Savoy in Tawa. They are all so lovely, they make great coffee, give AMAZING scalp massages and charge modestly for excellent service. I want to go the hairdressers right now!
Haine - Mariana
OK, I'll admit it. I hate the hairdressers. I hate the feel of the bleach/dying products on or near my scalp. I hate the stupid cape they put over you. I hate the mindless chit chat with a fifteen year old school leaver. I hate sound of the snip, snip, snip of the scissors. I hate the endless waiting. Do they really have to leave the stuff in that long? Really??? Like, I've got shit to do people. And no, I don't find it relaxing. I find it boring.
But most of all, oh yes, most of all I hate the price of the hairdressers. The ridiculous, exorbitant price that they smack you over the face with at the end of your long, fidgety session of hair torture. No one should be able to charge that amount of money when they are completely incapable of parting your hair in the right place. And they NEVER tell you the price beforehand - ever! I tried ringing a few hairdressers around the Wellington region to ask about the price of a cut and colour - they couldn't tell me! They'd have to see the length and the thickness of my hair.
"Bro, it's hair OK. Normal everyday hair. Can I please have a price? I need to know how much food I can buy this week."
They didn't care about my food budget. They all just stayed silent on the most important aspect of a service - THE PRICE. And I don't like the magazines and I hate the stupid oversized, daylight mirrors that show just how bad my resting bitch face really is. And they never let me take my dog to the hairdresser like in the picture. There, I've said it. I hate the hairdressers. Truly. I feel much better now.