Hairdresser Horrors!

Bellas, I got an e mail that made me laugh out loud this week.

Dear Afrobella,

I love your website. Thanks so much for taking the time to care about beauty, hair and other issues that related black women. I’ve been looking for a site like this for a while and am glad to have found yours. I’m writing to you about a concern that I have regarding natural hair and the salons that claim to cater to natural hair clients.

I am in between hair salons and am looking for a good stylist. I live in the DC area and good hair stylists seem to be few and far between. I just left a stylist’s basement apartment (I should have known better) after five hours to get two strand twists. It took so long because she talked for about 2.5 hours which is the same amount of time she said it would take to get the job done. NOT! During my lengthy visit, I was subjected to her inappropriate cursing (not the greatest first impression), her pseudo-ideological and divisive banter about who is and isn’t ready for natural hair styles, loud music (including mind numbing poetry CDs), crazy stories about her job, life, family and to top it off, she insisted on inserting German expressions into our conversation(?)!

I like my hair well enough (I don’t LOVE it), but I might have been more excited about it had my experience not been so unpleasant. Needless to say, I am not going there again. I’ve only been to two really professional hair salons in the DC area. One is so good and professional, that you have to make an appointment months in advance to get in there and the other one just recently folded. So right now I’m just searching for some place with a professional atmosphere that employs skilled natural hair care stylists.

Afrobella, I know you can’t solve this problem and you may not have any advice for me but I guess I’m writing because I’m frustrated and I want to find company in my misery. Have you or your readers had similar experiences when visiting natural hair care salons, and if so, how did you handle them? How have you found a place that you are comfortable with or do you just style your own hair?

Finally, I think we black women deserve better from our stylists. We pay a lot of money and invest a lot of time in getting our hair done. Quality customer service is so important, but tends to be missing in many of the salons that I’ve frequented. How can we get this message out to hair stylists?

Thanks for listening!

Shannon

Shannon, thank you SO MUCH for writing to me. Reading your e mail brought back memories I had repressed. I called my mom and we had a good laugh about our hairdresser history. Or as she said – “they weren’t hairDRESSERS, they were hairDISTRESSERS!” I could write a book about crazy, wacky hairdressers. Seriously. Strap yourself in, this is going to be a long post.

My earliest memories are of going to a family friend’s house, an old, creepy wooden place at the back of a more modern house. That was the first place I got my hair relaxed, when I was six. I remember cats being everywhere, if you sat in a chair they would crawl over you and try to sit on your lap. The bathroom was a scary storage area, and there was a claw-foot bathtub filled with boxes of hair supplies. I was terrified of that house.

Then we started going to another lady who had converted her house into a salon, but she was Indian, and she had no idea how to do our hair (and didn’t care to learn). When she relaxed my hair she never used base, or greased my scalp with vaseline, or anything. I would leave her salon with hair literally scabbing to my scalp. It was awful.

We’ve had the long-talker; a very sweet woman who was utterly unprofessional. Here’s my Mom’s recollection of her: “It was just coffee, coffee, coffee, cigarette, cigarette, cigarette. What should have taken two hours would take her six and you would walk out stinking, with her whole life story embedded in your brain.” Also, she never impressed us with her styling abilities. Needless to say, we stopped going to her.

I’ve been to hairdressers who work out of a room in their house, mall hair dressers, professional salons, and not-so-professional salons.

Some of my favorite hairdressing memories happened in a real hole-in-the-wall kind of place on Frederick Street in downtown Port of Spain. If you’re from Trinidad, you know the kind of place I’m talking about. I always had this weird middle class guilt thing, a “My Parents Kept Me From Children That Were Rough” complex that has actually led me into some really dangerous places. But the hairdressers in this salon were funny, brash, and I was absolutely enthralled by them. They had gold teeth and wore pendants with their names written in gold cursive, and had white and deep red and blue streaks in their hair. We couldn’t have been more opposite. They loved when we came to get our hair done, and I loved going there. I remember one of the girls was like, covered in piercings. Her eyebrows, her ears, her nose… she had like three nose rings happening at the same time. She offered to pierce my nose, and while my mom got her hair styled in the back room, we snuck out of the salon, bought an earring down the street, and she pierced my nose with an earring gun. My mother was FURIOUS. I was sixteen.

By the time we stopped going to those girls, I had seven holes in my ears. Eventually, my mother cut them off because in her words, “they were rude to me.” Well, I could see that happening. Oh well. But sometimes I do miss those ladies, with their ribald sex talk and cackling on a Saturday morning.

The saddest and most distressing hairdresser experience is hard for me to even talk about, but I am going to write about this in the hopes that he reads this somehow. We had a fabulous hairdresser, I’ll call him Bruno. I guess I knew what “gay” was before I met him, but honey, he made sure we all knew! He would rock blonde highlights and colored contacts, he was very out and proud and in the Caribbean, that is rare. Well, less so in Trinidad than in other islands. But still, Bruno was extra flamboyant. When my mother was getting shampooed in the other room, he would tell me about his scandalous romantic entanglements.

When we first met Bruno, he had just opened his own salon, bought a nice old-timey house near the Savannah and refurbished it so downstairs was a professional salon and upstairs was his bedroom. The bathroom was also upstairs, and it was always a horrific mess. In retrospect, that should have been our first hint that Bruno’s appearance might have belied his reality. But Bruno was not only an incredible hair dresser, he felt like family.

I guess I started going to him when I was thirteen (he gave me the coolest highlights for my very first school bazaar, and made me the envy of my friends). We went to him off and on (mostly on) throughout my teenage years, and I went through the peak of my rebellious stage with him. He was the one who streaked my hair any and every color, from red to orange to copper to that misguided attempt at blue. I can’t tell you how many of my white school uniform shirts he ruined with dye. Bruno was my boy, for real. I even tried to set him up on a date with an assistant librarian at my school. After their date, his response: “Honey, you can’t put two bitches together! I need a manly man.” Oh, classic Bruno! Love him.

Bruno was a chain smoker and a beer man, so even early on a Saturday you’d get there, and he would have a beer in one hand, curling iron in the next, cig clamped between his lips as he styled. But then he started getting drunk, burning my ears with the curling tongs, styling sloppily. We didn’t realize the extent of his problem until there was an article in the newspapers that he had been arrested for cocaine possession. Over time, the pretty pink salon became a mess, garbage piling up outside, his hot water got turned off… the warning signs were all there. But still, we kept going to him because we loved Bruno, he was like family.

Then I moved to Miami, and I would hear these horrific stories from my mother.

“Bruno can’t stop grinding his teeth when he does my hair.”

“Bruno burned the back of my neck with the curling iron.”

Or, “Patrice, Bruno had a black eye.” Then it became “Bruno cancelled our appointment.” Mama Bella don’t play with that cancelled appointment stuff. He would call her, beg her to come back, and then disappear into his upstairs bedroom and let one of the new, untrained employees do my mom’s hair. She was getting outraged, and found other hairdressers to try. But she always went back when Bruno called, because he worked miracles with her hair.

The last time I was home, for three days last December to attend the Derek Walcott Writing Awards ceremony (I won an honorable mention for one of my short stories, yay!), we went to Bruno to get my hair done. His place was unkempt, and there was a strange man in the neighbor’s front yard who kept staring at us. For the first time, I felt unsafe with him. He didn’t look nearly as fabulous as he used to. The colored contacts were long gone, his skin was a mess, his hair was untidy, and he had the sniffles. From my time in Miami, I knew what a cokehead looked like, and my poor Bruno was a textbook example. My hair was natural for the first time, and at my mother’s request, he gave me a blow-out and highlights. I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t be seeing him again at the time. If I had, I would have given him a stern talking-to. Instead, we joked and laughed and hugged like we always did.

Men came into Bruno’s salon to beat him up one Saturday morning. Customers were there, and he lost a room full of regulars in an instant. He started disappearing for weeks at a time. Then all of a sudden, he seemed to make a 180, and my mom went back again (Like an abused wife, I tell you). She said his salon was clean, he was looking good, and listening to gospel music! The beers were gone, the cigs were still there… but he met all appointments and made her look and feel beautiful again. That lasted for maybe a month or two. Then he started pulling the old disappearing act.

The final straw came when Bruno called and begged her to come, and when she got there, he never emerged from his bedroom. A dude in his underwear came out to get coffee, but Bruno never came out. The hapless assistant started to wash and set her hair. There was a sketchy man in the salon, and he made an overture to my mother. “Tantie, you looking good. You could get it,” he said to her. OK, people – my mother is a very classy woman in her early sixties. Having been married to my dad for 38 years, she doesn’t respond well to flirtation. This freaked her out, and my dad finally put his foot down. No more Bruno, EVER AGAIN. Whew!

She’s found a new salon, and I’ll probably give that a shot when I go home for Christmas. But since I went natural, I can count the number of times I’ve been to a hairdresser on one hand. The last time, I spent like $250 at an Aveda salon and came out frustrated and unhappy. I decided to just do my own damn hair. All I need is a deep conditioning treatment, I occasionally trim my ends. K. Foxx told me about a great salon, Natural Trendsetters, and I was contemplating getting two-strand twists (I have never had braids, or twists, or a weave before. All I’ve ever done was relax and color). I still plan on giving them a shot, but I live way down south, and this salon is in Fort Lauderdale, and I believe it’s the kind of place that requires an appointment way in advance. At this point, I’m planning on a January 2007 appointment for twists. But I haven’t made a phone call yet.

When I go to Trinidad for Christmas, I plan to get some highlights and some professional deep conditioning. I would love to stop by Bruno’s place, to see how he’s doing and maybe try to reach him somehow. But I probably won’t. He needs to find himself, and there’s nothing that a former client (albeit one who practically grew up under his watch), can say to make a difference.

So how’s that for some hairdresser horror stories? Feel free to vent, ladies. I know telling my long-ass stories made me feel better. Have any of you had a hard time finding someone good? Shannon you are right – we are consumers who deserve better! If you know of any resources or reliable hairdressers, please post their names and locations. This could actually turn into the resource so many of us have been trying to find.

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Comments

  1. Ohmygosh, the story at Bruno, it was like reading an Eric Jerome Dickey novel, girl you’re good!

  2. Ohmygosh, the story about Bruno, it was like reading an Eric Jerome Dickey novel, girl you’re good!

  3. I grew up in Tallahassee, went to college in Houston, and returned to Tallahassee spoiled and pampered thanks to a FABULOUS salon and stylist in Houston. (Oh Michael, how I miss you.) Michael told me that I would eventually go natural, but I didn’t believe him. That’s how good he was, but I digress.

    When I moved back to Tallahassee, I returned to my high school stylist older and wiser. Not only would Alvin not listen to me about how to cut the back of my hair (it was shaved, but would only lay right if cut a certain way) he would allow walk-ins to bump my standing weekly appointment. My final straw happened when he forgot that it was my week for a touch-up (he was the one who told me the week before) and then told the woman who came in after me that it was my fault he was running behind because I “insisted on getting something I didn’t need.” To add insult to injury, on that same trip he burned me not once but twice with his Marcel irons because he was rushing. Needless to say, I never went back even though my short hair looked a hot mess for 4 months while I searched for a new stylist.

    It is amazing the abuse we put up with even though we’re shell out thousands of dollars a year with these people!

  4. bella,

    i feel your pain! i also took your reader’s words to heart as i am a natural stylist who works out of the home. i live in the state of north carolina, where, currently the natural hair trade is unregulated. while this can be good news for stylists, it can mean trouble for their clients. since natural stylists are not required to have any formal training important issues like basic sanitation and customer service often fall by the wayside. having a background in biology and retail experience, i make it a point to impart sanitary and customer service practices into my appointments. i do consultations and give new clients a survey to find out how they liked their experience. i can accept constructive criticism and make every attempt to provide a professional experience in my home. unfortunately, many natural stylists do not treat their business as a job, but rather a “side hustle”. i also think that clients do not speak up enough when they are dissatisfied. i have found that the customer service survey gives the client an opportunity to voice their opinion in a non-confrontational way, and allows the stylist to find out that he or she may need to make changes in the way that they provide their services.
    i feel very strongly that education is the best way to combat these inadequcies and find it unfortunate that many states do not regulate the natural hair trade.

  5. Thanks for posting my letter Afrobella! Sorry to hear about your horror stories and enjoyed hearing about your good memories too. I’ve also have had good experiences with hairdressers. Even though we’ve had bad experiences, I know there are good hairdressers out there and we have to be thankful for them! Thanks for offering to start a natural hair care salon resource page for us.

    Again, love the blog!

    Shannon

  6. What an interesting story! I have one of my own. When I was about 18 and still living in New York, I desperately wanted a change in my style (short and texturized) but didn’t know what I wanted done. I had a little money to spend, so I went to this upscale salon I had seen recommended in Essence. The stylist and I worked to come up with something, and decided I should go blonde. Also, that my brows should be dyed to match. Not only was the color a hot mess on my head, my brows did not dye evenly and looked awaful. I went crawling back to my aunt, my regular stylist, and she was able to fix the damage. To her credit, she didn’t say a thing though I’m sure she wanted to!

  7. Naadi, I really appreciate you writing from a hairdresser’s perspective! I will be sure to link you later on. I’m thinking about setting up a special section of hairdresser links, what say you guys?

  8. writer126 says:

    I live in DC and have natural hair that I wear braided. My hairdresser is in “Soufeast” aka Anacostia and she is good. She produces her own products and has her own shop. The shop is her first and it is NOT high end at all but she keeps my hair looking nice. The atmosphere is peaceful, no cussing, no smoking, music/television if you like.
    (202) 561-9000, her name is Ya; tell her that Cheryl recommended you.

    The story about the pressing and curling and burning brought back funny and traumatic memories. I was athletic so pressed hair lasted a maximum of one day with me. Kids at school teased me about my nappy kitchen. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes I made them hurt; I have a very sharp tongue. Even though I knew my hair was never “meant” to be straight, I always straigtened it. My mother died when I was 10 and my poor father kept sending us to the hairdresser that my mother had patronized. Sentimental gestures can be a mutha. They had a hairdryer that looked like a long tube. There was fire everywhere. Not heated irons or electrical heating devices, I SAID FIRE! My hair would sizzle like bacon in a cast iron pan when that hot comb hit my apex greased hair. And the men that came in there for scalp massages and hair dyeing jobs were just creepy OG’s.

    It would take a whole chapter to describe what perms did to me.

  9. nattygirl says:

    Bella, your stories brought back memories from a long time ago, I am a natural now, I’ve worn my hair natural for the past 15 yrs…but after reading your stories I am so happy that I ‘ve decided to never relax my hair ever again….I grew up in Trinidad and my haairdresser would come to the house to do my hair first of all she will always come with her son who was then 3 – 4 yrs old and of course very unruly as we say back home, anyway she will be cussing him out while putting the relaxer on she would take her sweet old time combing thru the by the time she got to the back of my head I will be burning so badly to the front of my head (I literally saw stars) needless to say I always ended up with burns so bad that for days I would be unable to comb my hair…….

  10. I think every black woman has an encyclopedia of horror stories, but what never ceases to amaze me is that even with money burning a hole in your hand you can’t find someone competent no matter if your hair is relaxed or natural.

  11. Sweetiepie

    Great response to the hairdresser letter and it’s great that many others also wrote in!

    Please note the favourable comments about your writing style.

    As you know I go to Ann every 3 months to straighten, do a Cellophane colour (glossy coverage & not permanent), trim & maybe streak as I would NEVER go back to Bruno! She has been known to pickup or drop off Mama Bella whenever Mom went to her. I too may try Mom’s new hairdresser but he may cost me more than the TT$300.00 I pay every 3 months to Ann.

    So keep up your good work and especially the writing!

  12. …what a story!!!! Like the reply above…girl..that coulda been in a book. I could visualize every word and phrase as if i were lookin at a picture. I do my own hair now that i’m napptural. I did try a girl and she used BEES WAX in my hair. i couldn’t believe it. I had to shampoo my hair 4 times to get the icky waxy feelin outta my naps!!! Now…i just use conditioner and a leave in. I do honey and olive oil conditioners twice a month. Although i need to do it weekly now that the weather is colder and harsher. Thanks again for your tips girl…lookin forward to more stories girl~!!!!

  13. Yay! My sister can vouch for the Bruno situation. And funny you guys should point out the literary potential of Bruno’s story – I have written a fictional short story inspired by the situation, and I’ve been shopping around for a publisher. Thanks as always for your kind compliments, ladies. I can’t tell you how amazing it feels to come home from a long day at work to comments like these!

  14. Bad hairdresses should be lined up and shot at dawn! Once this women burnt my head so bad I seriously considered having her arrested for assault. :(

    The physical scars have healed but the mental ones still haunt me!

  15. Natural Sista says:

    Wow…, I’m not alone! My hair stages were: From 8th grade to my Sophmore year in college, I was natural [I wore braids all of time] because of a bad experience with a perm in 7th grade…painfull memories! By college, my hair was long [bra strap] and thick. I went to a salon [recommended by a friend who had been going to this guy for years and her hair was always pretty] to get a press and he said that I should get a “very mild perm”. To cut a long story short, he gave me a perm. My hair was good but, by my senior year, my hair it got so thin and it stop growing. I got feed up. I went to a shop and got everything cut off! Oh no, I did not learn my lesson, I got another perm done a year after that! Basically, I have been natural for almost 2 years and I will NEVER perm my hair again! Because of your great website and other natural hair care websites/journals, I now know how to care for my hair that was never difficult to deal with in the first place, I was just made to believe that it was.

    Question to all my sistas: I live in Harlem and I would love to go to a natural hair salon for an occasional trim, any suggestions? Please don’t say Curve Salon…my pockets are not that big…!

  16. jerseybred says:

    Bad Hair experience-the week I had a CURLY KIT (Jheri Curl). I cried for seven days straight. My aunt put a big jug of another chemical in my hair to take it out.
    The woman who did it is nice, I just didn’t want a Curly Kit.
    P.S. I never put activator in my hair during this stage, that was part of my rebellion against this fad.

  17. I’ve been growing my hair natural for the past 6 months and I love it! My only problem is, just like the young lady who wrote the letter, there are no natural hair care salons in my area. I live in Delaware and if I want to get my hair done in a natural salon I have to drive to Baltimore or Philadelphia. With gas prices being the way they are who can afford that, plus the cost of the salon? Not me! Its frustrating sometimes but I’m managing. Sites like this and Motowngirl have made my transition pretty easy. I always get good ideas for styles and hair products. Plus its good to know others feel my pain. Afrobella from one Trini to another thanks for the support!!!

    • I was athletic so pressed hair lasted a maximum of one day with me. Kids at school teased me about my nappy kitchen. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes I made them hurt; I have a very sharp tongue. Even though I knew my hair was never “meant” to be straight, I always straigtened it. My mother died when I was 10 and my poor father kept sending us to the hairdresser that my mother had patronized.

  18. Bad hairdresser stories coupled with the outrageous prices are two of the reasons I went natural. Now 5 years on, I have no intention of going back for that creamy crack. My scalp was always a mess after and having to put up with terrible customer service regardless of where I went, is not pleasant.

  19. Your Bruno sounds like quite the character. After dealing with some African braiders upping their price after having completed half of the braiding on my head, I went natural and have not looked back. However the worst hair experiences I have had were with men. I have had hair cuts that were not shaped properly, mainly because the barber was in a hurry. When I was still perming, I once wanted to get my hair done before a holiday banquet. I went to a local salon at a mall near my house. The only stylist available with this young guy, so I took a chance. It had been a while since I had a perm so my ends were tattered. My prior stylist had personal problems so she was not available. The guy proceeds to hacking my hair off indicating that it was necessary before he could do anything. Halfway in the job, one of his regular male clients walks in and the guy stylist TELLS me to get up so he can do him. I was mortified and did so, but as I overheard all the other female stylists and their clients whispering, I knew that I did not have to take this abuse and walked out the shop. When I got home, I was in tears. My clueless hubby, instead of being comforting, indicated that I should find a stylist and stick to them since he has been with his barber for almost ten years. Thankfully my younger sister cleaned up the mess the guy stylist done to my hair, and she became my regular hairdresser until she got burnt out. Later when I went natural, the hubby who is now my ex, could not understand at the time why wouldn’t I want to keep my hair straight….

  20. hi,
    I’m a 21 year old native of maryland, and I’ve been natural for a little over a year. Before I found my saving grace in a shop called Natureal in Fort Washington, MD, I was quite overwhelmed with the lack of natural salons in the area. I could’ve told you shops to get a good perm or press within a 45-minute radius of my house, but natural hair care…drew a blank.and none of my friends are natural, so I just got brave and started approaching women with beautiful natural locks on the train, store, etc. That would be a good starting point for you perhaps. If you’re willing to travel to Prince George’s County, Natureal (301-265-1038) is well worth the trip. It’s reasonably priced, very professional, family-run, completely natural, and you leave feeling rejuvinated and with lovely natural hairstyles. -happy searches

  21. Hi
    Great website and great stories. I’m also in Homestead so if you need a secret reporter or something let me know.

  22. “I always had this weird middle class guilt thing, a “My Parents Kept Me From Children That Were Rough” ”

    I will NEVER forget the sweet licks I got for venturing into the drag mall when I was younger.

  23. Wisit my site,it is all about haircutz…I am from croatia…

  24. @ Asha, my dad had that exact same mindset about the “rough kids”, you just brought back some great memories.

  25. Holla,

    Yo me llamo Clemilson y estoy vivendo en Miami.

    Yo necessito de una persona que me ayude cuidar de mis pelos.

    Mi padre eres negro y mi madre italiana. Mi Hairdresser en Brasil dime para hablar con una persona que saiba trabajar com pelos de negros.

    Ustedes puedes ayudarme.

    Yo estoy vivendo en Miami Beach.

    Gracias

  26. Holla,

    Yo me llamo Clemilson y estoy vivendo en Miami.

    Yo necessito de una persona que me ayude cuidar de mis pelos.

    Mi padre eres negro y mi madre italiana. Mi Hairdresser en Brasil dime para hablar con una persona que saiba trabajar com pelos de negros.

    Ustedes puedes ayudarme.

    Yo estoy vivendo en Miami Beach.

    Gracias

  27. Oh man I could write a book about bad relaxer stories! Thank you for sharing yours, I am from the Dominican Republic and I know all about shady salons that people just all of a sudden open. My mom told me that back in the day people would mix oven cleaner with some other stuff and make “home made relaxers.” Can you imagine?!! These people were insane, yet they continued to make money off relaxers. My first relaxer was 27 yrs ago when I was 10 yrs old. I had long beautiful kinky hair and a year after the first relaxer my hair was neck length. Every time I let my hair grow it never failed, the stylist (and I use that term loosely) would either cut too much or leave the relaxer on too long and my hair would fall out. I am natural now :-) and VERY happy! My hair only grows long when I care for it myself. I remember on one occasion there was this hairdresser that swore that the Venezuelan relaxer she was using was the latest and greatest. What she didn’t know was that it was super strength and she left it in my hair too long. It looked ok when she was done… 4 weeks later the sides of my hair fell out and I was left with a small tail in the back. I had to get all my hair cut off because unfortunately the relaxer made my hair fall out. Why do we take so much abuse from hairdressers? I don’t get it. I haven’t been to a salon in months and at this point I probably won’t go back for a VERY long time. Going natural has been the best thing I ever did for myself. I love your website and blog!!!!

  28. Oh Afrobella…. How your Bruno story brought back memories for me.

    I grew up always wanting to do hair. My very first haircut/relaxer was by one the most badest hair stylist that ever lived. I’ll call him the Magician because he created magic on anybodies head. I started going to him when I was in high school. He did my hair for my senior pictures. I had the every Saturday morning appointment. The Magician was so good he had people coming from as far as NY and Cali to get their hair done. He was so busy that when I would arrive to get my hair done, he would just put me to work: shampooing, roller set, blow dries you name it. Before you knew it the day would go by so quickly and I would not have gotten my hair. My parents were always angry about that. Even though he paid for helping him, he would open the salon early Sunday morning to do my hair before church. After high school I started working for him as a stylist and girl the money was rolling in. Then he got to the point where he started sniffing that crap. The first time I noticed it the Magician had come from the back room and had some white stuff on his nose and I just simply went over to him playfully and wept is off. The Magician habits started to get worse and I should have left the salon but in my heart I loved him, he was my guru. My father intervened and convinced to him to get help and that was good for a while. One morning I came in to work to find two guys beating the mess out of him for drug money that he owed and like fool or just desperate to make them stop I gave them the money. Finally with tears pouring from eyes, looking at his badly beaten face, I told the Magician I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to leave the salon. Some years had gone by, I was doing well and at a party I ran into the Magician, he was looking good and looking for a place to do hair because he had lost his salon, due to drugs. I invited him to come by my cousin’s salon. The Magician was so well know that my cousin was happy that he was doing better and glad to have him at her salon. Long story short. His quality of work had diminished. His heart was no longer into his work but he work because he needed the money. The Magician later found out that he had contracted AIDS. In my heart to this day I still love the Magician and miss our laughs and heart to heart talks. No matter what, even when everyone turned their backs on him because of him having AIDS, I was still there…. right by his side; to the Magician’s very last breath.

    Such Is Life

  29. I live in Richmond VA, I feel like we can be so cut off from culture and style. I did fall in love with one stylist, but she disappeared. Then the one I just went to cut off all my hair. WHY! WHY!!! because her speciality are WEAVES!!!!!!!!!
    So….I’m just sitting here waiting for my hair to grow out.
    Stylist, please convey honestly to your clients what you can and cannot do. Clients, lesson learned, do your homework.

  30. Hi people… thank you, but why the hell does this underwear seem to be red??

  31. I don’t know the way it came up but you made a very informative post. Nice job.

  32. I have a awful toothache and no insurance :(

  33. I know it’s always a pain to try to find somewhere to go when you move to a new town – you can put it off for a bit but eventually you gotta get your hair done!

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  1. [...] I went to get copper-colored highlights at a popular St. Claire-area hairdresser. He didn’t even blink when I strutted in with Mama Bella, and did a great job with the highlights. (if he said something about my hair, I couldn’t tell… this guy speaks so quietly I can hardly hear him! A big, big change from Bruno. Who I miss, dearly. The stories I heard at home were heartbreaking to say the least). [...]

  2. [...] There’s always something refreshing about having a salon experience that’s all about getting to know your stylist. I’ve seen the gamut of hairsalons, and I’ve told you my hairdresser horrors. I’ve been cut and styled everywhere — from the high end ones where they offer you tea and stack you up with overpriced products, to the downtown holes in the wall I frequented in Trinidad. This place was clean, bright, uncrowded, and unpretentious.  I will DEFINITELY return. [...]

  3. [...] When I was in high school, I experimented with dye until my hair was fried. In addition to relaxing my hair, I got temporary streaks almost every two months, starting from when I was perhaps fifteen. In those crazy years, I tried almost every shade of semi-permanent color from honey blonde to a failed attempt at electric blue. My then-hairdresser was my partner in crime, and given his history, he may not have been thinking about pampering my tresses with the best quality products at the time. Together, we ruined many of my white school uniform blouses with dye. [...]

  4. [...] I actually wrote back to CeCe and thanked her for her brilliant suggestion, but I must say, this is an especially daunting Ask Afrobella for me. Those of you who have been reading for a while might remember my Hairdresser Horrors post. I’ve dealt with many a bad salon, and as a result, I hardly EVER go to the hairdresser. Last time I went was to the fabulous Larramy for my curl cut back in May! I loved my experience with Larramy, but I also agree with CeCe — there is something special about meeting a professional hairdresser who actually has your hair texture. There’s a feeling of security from knowing that the person you’re paying to style your ‘do knows exactly how to treat your tresses from personal experience, and there is also a significant satisfaction that comes from supporting businesses within the black community. [...]

  5. [...] C. Growing up in the Caribbean and having more than a few gay relatives and friends — most notably, Bruno, who I sincerely miss — made me realize in no uncertain terms how big and important a [...]

  6. [...] time or not so forgive me if I’m repeating myself, but back in 2006 I wrote a post titled Hairdresser Horrors. It was an Ask Afrobella response to a reader who was lamenting the state of hair salons, in terms [...]

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