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Jun 23, 2009 23:28

I love and obsess over my hair more than is probably healthy. I have a bathroom filled with different conditioners, gels, and other magical potions. Most people keep their honey in the kitchen; I keep mine in the bathroom (for mixing with conditioner). I have a special satin pillowcase to avoid frizz. I scrutinize product labels looking for good and bad ingredients. I have spent god only knows how much money on the New Awesome Holy Grail Hair Product (tm) of the week/month/year. In short, I got mad hair care knowledge and I'm not afraid to use it to further feed my own vanity.

And yet... even I have a line. And that line is drawn at bull semen. You read that right. BULL SEMEN. For your hair.

Sorry, but... no. Just no. I don't care how amazing this salon guy says it is; I don't care if it will magically give me frizz-free Rapunzel locks that shine like justice. Reproductive juices poured over my head is just not a place I'm willing to go. (Stupid frat boy jokes about that statement are both expected and tired, and I will think you a boorish jackass for posting them here, so please don't bother.)

I'm just saying there's such a thing as going too far for beauty. I mean, there are places doing bird shit facials for fuck's sake. Bird shit on your face. Bull semen in your hair. Make yourself some cat piss perfume and you've got a "nature's beauty" trifecta. But please alert me if you do so I can keep a safe distance.

wtf?, bad bad ideas, hair

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