As I’ve talked about 600 times in the last 2 week, I got my hair done in multiple, drawn-out, steps mostly to have a hair style at BlogHer ’12 that felt like ME.
Here is the entire artistic endeavor (also me trying Storify for the first time. If you can’t see all the pictures and commentary, click here):
By the way, when my hair was going from gross to brown and blonde, I was silently loving my hairdresser because she doesn’t talk much or make me talk much and enjoys doing weird thing to my hair, too. But we surprisingly broke our usual silence to talk about food or, more accurately, to talk about how pesticide-ridden and over-processed food is.
Hairdresser: Changing my diet made a huge difference in how I feel and my health.
Me: I can totally see that. We are still adding less-processed food, but we’ve been eating organic for years. I just found a chart, which shows what fruits definitely need to be bought organic if you want it.
Hairdresser: Oh, that would be great. I just can’t believe what people are willing to put in their bodies.
Me: I’ve read a worldwide study on different food cultures and the only groups to have a decrease in heart disease, diabetes, etc, ate unprocessed foods. Fat content, carbs and protein amounts didn’t matter. It was just the unprocessed-ness. We try hard to follow that, but it’s difficult. At one point we were shopping at multiple stores every week!
Hairdresser: Yup, I have to go to the farmer’s market and the grocery store. Plus, I’m a pain at restaurants. It took a long time to be willing to make all these changes, but anytime I go back on it, I feel physically horrible.
Hairdresser: Okay, let’s move over here while everything sets.
And by “everything” she meant the creepy chemicals that drip down my face to turn my hair different colors because I hate going gray so young.
The irony made me hope there weren’t any other bloggers getting haircuts that day because I would’ve totally mocked that hypocritical crap.