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I usually get my hair cut in my hometown. That's because there's on stylist there who I particularly like. My hair is one of only a few of my physical attributes that I occasionally like, so I prefer going to someone who's worked out a haircut that's allowed in lab, easy to take care of, and doesn't look awful. Then they just repeat exactly each time. Yes, I realize that makes me an old woman. When I was getting ready to go home for this weekend my mom said the stylist had an appointment free during that time and did I want it since I was going to be home anyhow. I said sure.
So while I was on the bus home, my mother realized that time wouldn't work because she wanted to put a family obligation in that spot. So she sent me a text asking me if she could get my an appointment with another stylist in another salon. This person has the stunning recommendation of doing haircuts my grandmother really likes (to clarify I mean haircuts my grandma really likes as done on my eighty-something grandma). I know nothing else about them.
I immediately texted back that I'd rather not. If I start really feeling like I need a haircut, I'll eventually get one in Boston. Where there are plenty of great salons.
So five minutes ago I find out that my mother apparently didn't get my return text and construed my lack of a response as enthusiastic consent. So she went ahead and got me an appointment anyway. When she told me this, I told her that I didn't want to go. She refused to budge. I repeated that I didn't want to go. She then insulted the current state of my hair and told me that I obviously needed it cut before I can have pictures tomorrow and I should go. I repeated that I didn't want to go. She said well you have to cause I can't cancel the appointment.
At this point I caved and said ok fine. Then she repeated her argument about the photos again. I told her I think my hair looks fine the way it is. She says well why don't you think a new style for the other stylist (who again I know nothing about) to do on you. I told her I don't want a new style that the current one is what I like ( I hate hate getting new hair styles). She repeated the argument about my hair being too grown out and tried to trip me up about what it was about the old style that I liked. I told her I'd already said I'd go because I had no choice what more does she want? She said she wanted me not to be angry about it. I said I don't know what to tell her.
I feel like this is some sort of punishment for supporting my sister when she came back from our stylist (who we both like) with a new hair color instead of just a haircut the last time I was home (because coloring one's hair is immoral unless you're covering greys). And I'm annoyed that my sister who is well into her twenties was made to feel like she even needed moral support for a minor hair color adjustment that she paid for herself. I'm more annoyed that I"m not even allowed to be angry about this even though it was my mother's mistake. And I am most annoyed that I am going to have to stop going to my stylist, who I'm comfortable with and like, and find something in Boston just to keep Mom from pulling this stuff again. Because this is what she does. If she doesn't like your answer she just chooses what she would want and if you try to tell her you never agreed to it, then she accuses you of having a bad attitude and uses your own politeness to keep you in check.
So I guess I'm getting a new haircut tomorrow.
And here I thought this fight would be about my weight.
So while I was on the bus home, my mother realized that time wouldn't work because she wanted to put a family obligation in that spot. So she sent me a text asking me if she could get my an appointment with another stylist in another salon. This person has the stunning recommendation of doing haircuts my grandmother really likes (to clarify I mean haircuts my grandma really likes as done on my eighty-something grandma). I know nothing else about them.
I immediately texted back that I'd rather not. If I start really feeling like I need a haircut, I'll eventually get one in Boston. Where there are plenty of great salons.
So five minutes ago I find out that my mother apparently didn't get my return text and construed my lack of a response as enthusiastic consent. So she went ahead and got me an appointment anyway. When she told me this, I told her that I didn't want to go. She refused to budge. I repeated that I didn't want to go. She then insulted the current state of my hair and told me that I obviously needed it cut before I can have pictures tomorrow and I should go. I repeated that I didn't want to go. She said well you have to cause I can't cancel the appointment.
At this point I caved and said ok fine. Then she repeated her argument about the photos again. I told her I think my hair looks fine the way it is. She says well why don't you think a new style for the other stylist (who again I know nothing about) to do on you. I told her I don't want a new style that the current one is what I like ( I hate hate getting new hair styles). She repeated the argument about my hair being too grown out and tried to trip me up about what it was about the old style that I liked. I told her I'd already said I'd go because I had no choice what more does she want? She said she wanted me not to be angry about it. I said I don't know what to tell her.
I feel like this is some sort of punishment for supporting my sister when she came back from our stylist (who we both like) with a new hair color instead of just a haircut the last time I was home (because coloring one's hair is immoral unless you're covering greys). And I'm annoyed that my sister who is well into her twenties was made to feel like she even needed moral support for a minor hair color adjustment that she paid for herself. I'm more annoyed that I"m not even allowed to be angry about this even though it was my mother's mistake. And I am most annoyed that I am going to have to stop going to my stylist, who I'm comfortable with and like, and find something in Boston just to keep Mom from pulling this stuff again. Because this is what she does. If she doesn't like your answer she just chooses what she would want and if you try to tell her you never agreed to it, then she accuses you of having a bad attitude and uses your own politeness to keep you in check.
So I guess I'm getting a new haircut tomorrow.
And here I thought this fight would be about my weight.
