LOL. Using Kim Possible lingo makes me giggle. 
I don’t know if anyone (yeah, all three or so of you) reads through the comments on my posts in addition to the posts, but honestly there’s probably more wisdom in Miriam’s little four-line replies than in a four-paragraph rant by yours truly. Yesterday’s attack on hairstyles was not my finest blogging attempt, but Miriam made a really good point:
My problem is that, since the hair dressers wet your hair and style it and spray some stuff, the way it looks when you leave the store is nowhere near the same as the way it looks after your first shower. Look, I don’t care about looking like some glossed, beautiful haired model for part of one day. Just give me some accuracy so I can complain when I figure out that my new cut frizzes like a beast.
I agree, Mirie! That’s exactly what the crazy lady cutting my hair did! By the time she finished cutting it, it was all slicked down and looked rather like a dark brown helmet. By the time it was dry, it had root lifter, hairspray, and texturizer in it. By the time I went to bed, all of these products had ceased to do their jobs and merely made my hair sticky and gross. I didn’t find out what my hair really looked like until this morning, and may I say now that I think I look a little like a boy. 
And while I did stop at CVS for some of that texturizer stuff (it makes the layers look a little choppier and less helmet-y) I didn’t need any of that other crap, and it only made me think my hair looked completely different than it does! GRR.
I wish that the ladies in the salon (or at SuperCuts, where cheap-ass college kids like me go when they are being forced to pay for their own haircut…) would just let us style the damn thing when they’re done. That way everyone can see what it will look like on a daily basis, and the haircutter can fix it accordingly. Isn’t that more logical?
And Mirie, your hair only frizzes because you refuse to ponytail it and it gets staticky. 
Hey, when I ponytail it, my hair just knots like a fiend. Given the choice between fiend and beast, I’ll always pick beast. Less of a devil to handle. Nyuk, nyuk.
Anyway, I guess I can understand why the hairdressers do what they do. I mean, you pay rather a lot these days for people who are, essentially, merely combing and trimming your hair. If they include the shampoo, and the goo, and the hairdryer, and all their wonderful other instruments, it’s seems more like you’re getting your money’s worth. But I have the same problem with restaurants – you shouldn’t jack up the price on something because you “added more” and therefore made the price worth it. Most restaraunt meals these days are so far beyond my ability to consume that it’s not even money. Don’t charge me more because you’re including stuff I don’t need, kthx.
But such is retail. What are mere systemized peons such as ourselves to do?