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mad

I am of absolutely no help on this topic. I become so attached to my hairdresser that when the need to switch arises (because he or she moves to a salon I can't get to conveniently, retires, goes to the great beauty parlor in the sky, or simply loses the magic touch with my nightmarish tresses) I experience paralyzing, stomach-churning terror. I kept my high-school stylist for almost 15 years (despite years of living far, far away from her), and she carried me from dyed-red mohawks to sophisticated short dos to longer, curlier styles. I'd occasionally be forced to get an interim cut elsewhere, and would have to screw up my courage and close my eyes tight while someone new snipped away.

After I finally cut that particular cord, mostly for convenience reasons, I spent a few frustrating years searching for someone with the right touch and the patience to deal with my difficult mane. Now that I've found him, in the form of a 6-foot-two, 300-pound, tattooed-and-tongue-pierced sweetheart of a guy, I don't think I could handle the trauma of switching again.

But someone could compile a terrific anthology of essays by women on "how my relationship with my hairdressor reveals my dating patterns." Shall we collaborate?

Richard Ames

You're cheap & fickle. Sure the other hairdresser might be able to do some fancies that your current one can’t, but isn't that life? What ever happened to loyalty? In 30 years I've never left a stylist. I should be bitter because they’ve left me in droves to either have children, or leave the state, or otherwise entertain an experience wherein I was no longer necessary. But I have my memories, as well as the satisfaction of knowing that I didn’t run off willy nilly for some imagined better cut.

Eloise

So you had an easier time leaving your job than your hairdresser? Hmmmmm....

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