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Change is good.
Change or die.
I
don't know
who said that but I think there is a lot to it. At the start of ’98 I
decided
to live to it a little bit more than usual, and the way I chose was to
have some fun with my hair. I work in a rather conservative profession
and for a somewhat conservative company. However, it is the ‘90’s, and
my company SAIC,
is
in California so I do have some options. At the start of the year my
hair
was short. Short and brown. No shorter than it had been over the last
few
years but no longer than that either. Brown however, was a color it had
always been. So, I decided to change that.
I
had discussed
this with my professional hair stylist, Jennifer,
and she was very enthusiastic about helping me change things. One fine
day in January, I went down to Winn’s Barbershop on University Avenue
in
Hillcrest and we set to work. This page is about my experience.
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The
Dye Job
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Here
is the obligatory
"before" shot. I am seated in Jennifer's chair and calmly awaiting the
process to begin. Little do I know what awaits.
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Soon
enough however,
I learn just what it feels like to have your hair "lifted" to a lighter
shade.
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I may be
smiling here but it was not long before the hydrogen peroxide in that
goop
covering my head began to burn. At first it felt cool, then icy,
then very hot. Hot and painful enough to bring tears to my
eyes.
I had to sit there and smile my way through it for forty five
minutes.
Hydrogen peroxide, in case you didn't know, is one of the chemicals
used
in rocket fuel. So imagine what something that explosive can do
to
your skin! |
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Yup, I'm a stylin' Dude!
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Even after
that long however, things were not ready yet. To speed the
process
up Jennifer had me sit under a dryer to assist the chemical process
through
the added heat. Most of the burning had gone
away
by then. Whether that was due to all the nerve endings in my
scalp
having been burnt away or that the "lifter" had nothing left to it, I
don't
know. It was however, not nearly as painful at this point. |
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