If you’ve read my memoir, you know that I said this shit about my hair:
“I pride myself on being a daredevil when it comes to my hair. I have the face for it. I’ve tried it all. Shapes, lengths, extensions, colors”.
Until last month I had seven wonderful individuals on my hair team (stylist, backup stylist, colorist, roots specialist, extensionist, hairspirationist, hair director/archivist). But, as with any group of creative types, I started to notice dissension in the ranks.
My colorist was badmouthing my stylist, my extensionist was fucking my backup stylist (who wouldn’t?), and my root specialist was getting kind of puffy. It was a total mess and the person who was suffering the most was my hair. I was spending at least 2 of my 4 weekly therapy sessions dealing with all of this. Something needed to be done immediately.
That is why I hired Hairapist. He is a licensed therapist as well as licensed hair stylist and his name is Steven. He’s super cute, super thin, super Philippino and he doesn’t take shit from anybody. He meets with each member of my team (including me) individually at least once a week. Sometime he meets with small groups of 2 or 3 of us and then we all get together for a group hairapy session once a week to make sure that everything is running smoothly in terms of team dynamic and morale.
So far, our work together has been a huge success . Everyone is getting along and I honestly have never looked better/hated myself less than I do right now. It wouldn’t be right of me to keep this type of beauty secret from my psychos. You should all be getting your teams together and making sure everyone is working efficiently. Even if you don’t have a hair team. You could just get your friends, manicurist, hair stylist, and therapist together for a night of getting drunk and being honest with each other. You will hate them all at first, because the truth hurts, but it will be good for your hair (your soul) in the long term. Or don’t do it. i don’t really care.