I got the pink ones because
1) they slenderize my legs
2) the flourescent pink goes with more things than the green.
I got the pink ones because
1) they slenderize my legs
2) the flourescent pink goes with more things than the green.
Previously, I had not really taken part in meetings at work.
That was probably a good decision. Not a lot gets done at them.
In West Edmonton Mall there is a grouping of kiosks that sell various ‘wares’ such as band teeshirts, creepy CDs that feature songs with the name of your child in them, and hair straighteners.
Now, these aren’t just your average, run of the mill straighteners, these are the CORIOLISS BRAND! (yeah, I know, it means a lot to me too, and I know a lot about hair appliances) Every time I walk past them I often receive calls of “MISS! MISS! Do you long for long, silky straight hair?” and it really irritates me. They run to me like an oasis in the driest desert in the world. They try to make it sound like having curly hair is a curse and it takes me hours to struggle with it in the morning. (In actuality, it takes me twice as long to blow dry it straight and about three more products than I would normally use)
This week I noticed a curious phenomenon, however. As I walked with my boyfriend, I saw the bright pink hair straighteners being waved in the air as the salepeople tried to flog them to passersby with lil’ Orphan Annie hair. I cowered behind my boyfriend as we passed, hoping to avoid them. Then, one of the salespeople, obviously well attuned to women with any sort of hair on her head, honed in on me.
But! His eyes passed me by, roving on to find his next victim. For a moment I didn’t understand, until I passed a mirrored column and saw my reflection. In it, I saw that I had styled my hair straight for the day. Damn prejudiced bastards.
Getting back into climbing has brought back previously forgotten heights of pain.
No pun intended.
