Monday, March 26, 2007

Rites of Passage

Every weekend throngs of women undertake the weekly pilgrimage to the hair dressing salon. I was no exception, although rather reluctant at first, I made my appearance. My reluctance had more to do with the thought of sitting under a 40°C hairdryer in + 35°C weather than actually getting my hair done. Very few things on this green earth can beat the wonderful feeling of getting your hair washed and the scalp massage that follows. Just thinking about it makes me want to purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Some male readers may be reading this and thinking, “Big deal, you go and get your hair done…what’s the fuss”. The thing about the trip to the hair salon is that it’s a cultural experience steeped in tradition and history. Girls are indoctrinated into such activities by their mothers at a very tender age. It’s a place where women meet and socialise, it’s a sanctuary that provides a haven from the buzz and bustle of everyday life…it’s a place “where everybody knows your name.”

"I think the most important thing a woman can have - next to talent, of course - is her hairdresser." Joan Crawford


Wombat said...

Ah, so it's about more than the hair and the beauty.

It's a ladies' club. A very hot ladies' club.

Now I get it.

Vimbai said... are a very wise man, grasshopper!

Wombat said...

Thank you, Mistress.

I'm gradually learning.