On a recent visit to the hairdressers, i have come to the conclusion that i don't infact like them. At fist glance, they look attracting, modern, and colourful, some place you would like to be with all the shelves neatly presenting the latest gunk. However, when you are a more active participant in these places, you soon become aware of the reality, that is the hair chopping industry. There are several reasons why i do not like theses places:

1. The young, skinny jeaned, pink streaked hair, training assistants. They make me uneasy, and some of them should really not be wearing skinny jeans. Although, i have, fortunately, never had to come too close to any of these people, and therefore to not really have a valid oppinion.

2. The disturbing smile all hairdressers seem to apply when making rapid, and distictive changes to the back of your hair. I am never sure whether they are smiling becasue they are happy, they are smiling becasue they for some reson think you are funny, or they are doing something to your hair you asked specificly for them not to do.

3. The repetive questions. The ones that come up frequently, especially from the chavtastic students who wash your hair:

1. Are you going partying tonight, since you have had your hair cut?

2. Doing anything nice for the weekend?

3. Why do you want such drastic change to your hair?

4. Have you seen our latest products?they are on that shelf, over there.

5. So how is school life going? I remember when...And so on...

All of these questions, aimed to make polite convosation, and lead into a less dull one, never really capture my imagination, and i really don't party that much, even when i do have my hair cut.

I am sorry if i have affended anyone, who used to be a hairdresser, wants to be a hairdresser, or is one.