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THE GREAT CLIPS SAGA
Tuesday, April 24, 2007 (UPDATE)
I will only be providing very basic updates from now on. It is likely that the company has learned of my hair website and I do not want them to be privy to too much information. I am still on the case and still getting the word out. My car dons a before and after picture of my hair. I get many questions and responses. I WILL see this through to the end, Ladies. For the nappy cause!
March 29, 2007
Yawl, it happens to the best of us, but I thought that I was taking the necessary precautions to prevent it from happening to me. So, what happened?...I went in to Great Clips for a light DUSTING of the ends and came out with a cut.
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It is the same old familiar story of someone going in for a trim and coming out with a cut. But this story is a little different because I will not accept someone else's mishandling of my hair without a fight. When I walked into Great Clips I explained to the employee that I wanted my ends lightly dusted. I fully explained to her that I had been in the facility just 8 weeks ago for a trim and that this was just a follow up visit; that a true trim was really not even necessary. Again, I told her to not even take off enough for a real trim. Just lightly DUST the ends. I had also informed her that my hair was natural and that it needed to be blow dried, since it had started to curl back up. No blow dryer. Instead, she picked up a small-toothed comb and proceeded to drag it through my huge hair. Not section by section, but she tried to comb my huge hair all the way through - from the top of my hair, down to my scalp to get my hair straightened out. Then she proceeded to cut.
She cut off several inches of my hair. Not acceptable. She is going to pay for her actions. She picked the wrong one to blatantly mishandle.
My hair and I have been through too much to take this one lying down. For the first several years that I attempted to go natural, I suffered ridicule, laughs, stares, pointed fingers, mocking comments. My own mother told me several times that I could not be seen with her in public because my natural hair was such an embarassment to her. My pastor taunted me with names like Chia Pet. I have cried many nights out of frustration over my natural hair - trying to learn what to do with it. Learning to not only accept my hair but absolutely fall in love with it has been a nearly life long process. Thousands of dollars, thousands of hours, and thousands of tears have gone into helping me come to terms with my crown of glory. And, finally, three years ago, I fell in love with my hair and learned how to manage it. I vowed never to cut my hair again.
But, two days ago someone else took my hair into their own hands, cut it, and responded to me increduously, "It is NOT even that much."
Not acceptable. The heffa must pay.
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That heffa butchered my hair.