So I went to a new hair salon today.
“Wow, this is some crazy hair you have!” the stylist excalimed. “It’s huge! And frizzy! And impossible to comb! How did you come by this kind of hair?”
“It’s Jewish hair,” I explained.
“Oh my, is this a Jewfro? I’ve never seen one in real life. Cecilia, Taylor, come right over here, you’ve got to see this! It’s a Jewfro!”
Later I heard the stylist scold the receptionist.
“Why didn’t you tell me we had an ethnic client coming in? I left all of my ethnic-hair brushes at the other salon.”
“How was I supposed to know she’s ethnic?” the receptionist defended herself. “Does she look ethnic to you? We’ve had, like, people from Bulgaria and Romania and what not before, and they all have normal hair.”
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Your hairdressers really know to flatter a woman.
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Courtesy, tact(,) and politeness. Aw yeah.
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I’m glad I’m not the only Ashkenazi who’s had a hard time finding a hairdresser who doesn’t freak out with uncertainty of how to deal with my hair. My hairdresser says that my hair is the kind of hair that clients who have stick-straight, thinner tresses aspire to when they come see him, so he loves working with mine. 🙂
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And at prices like these, you won’t have many more! 🙂
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