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I am having a hair crisis again.
I had a hair crisis last year, and I went to this awesome salon and I got an awesome a-line bob and I felt unfrumped and it was great. But now my stylist is leaving and all the other stylists are too hip and trendy and I'll look stupid. Also, it's expensive, which was okay when I knew everything would be great, but now I am worried that I will spend too much to look bad.
But I don't want to go to the mall, because even though I am a 40 year old mom, I don't want to look like a 40 year old mom, and I don't want bubble-hair with tasteful beige highlights. But I can't go to a super-trendy downtown hipster place because I'll be feeling awkward and out of place being old and fat and all.
I think it's San Francisco's fault. In Florida, there were lots of women who looked a lot like me, and I felt normal. Here, I am a freak--I am married and fat and 40ish and I have a kid and I don't have purple hair or piercings and if I try to look stylish I look like I'm trying to hard and if I just do whatever the hell I want I look like I'm visiting from Nebraska, which isn't really the professional image I want. The thing I want most of all is to just blend in, to be invisible. I want to be unremarkable. But there are so few people like me here that I can't, and so I stick out like a fat frumpy old person in a sea of skinny heteroflexible emo hipsters.
Argh. I have to do something, though, because I've got to go to a conference week after next, and then we're going to visit family back east, and I can't look unkempt for any of that.
I suppose hats are out of the question.
I had a hair crisis last year, and I went to this awesome salon and I got an awesome a-line bob and I felt unfrumped and it was great. But now my stylist is leaving and all the other stylists are too hip and trendy and I'll look stupid. Also, it's expensive, which was okay when I knew everything would be great, but now I am worried that I will spend too much to look bad.
But I don't want to go to the mall, because even though I am a 40 year old mom, I don't want to look like a 40 year old mom, and I don't want bubble-hair with tasteful beige highlights. But I can't go to a super-trendy downtown hipster place because I'll be feeling awkward and out of place being old and fat and all.
I think it's San Francisco's fault. In Florida, there were lots of women who looked a lot like me, and I felt normal. Here, I am a freak--I am married and fat and 40ish and I have a kid and I don't have purple hair or piercings and if I try to look stylish I look like I'm trying to hard and if I just do whatever the hell I want I look like I'm visiting from Nebraska, which isn't really the professional image I want. The thing I want most of all is to just blend in, to be invisible. I want to be unremarkable. But there are so few people like me here that I can't, and so I stick out like a fat frumpy old person in a sea of skinny heteroflexible emo hipsters.
Argh. I have to do something, though, because I've got to go to a conference week after next, and then we're going to visit family back east, and I can't look unkempt for any of that.
I suppose hats are out of the question.