In sixth grade, I got a really bad haircut. This would have been 1986 and I got this awful asymmetrical 80's style. I seem to remember that it was on a magazine in the salon and I told the stylist to do it like the picture. But I didn't leave the salon with any product or hair-doing know how. The haircut was really bad. I remember no one liked it. I didn't even like it but I was fierce in it's defense. My mom would ask me all the time, would I like to get another haircut and I was determined not to. Finally after weeks of this haircut growing out and progressively getting more and more awful, my mom must have had it. She came into my room one day and said "Jennifer, your hair makes you look like a slut."
You can imagine my response was not very receptive to her criticism. But it hit me in a way that her "nice" comments had not. First of all, I heard my mom use crass language very rarely. I knew when she used the word "slut" that she meant business. Second of all, if she was willing to hurt my feelings by being so blunt, that hair must be really bad. Grudgingly on the outside, but willingly on the inside, I had her take me for a new haircut. Luckily it was right before picture day so my new haircut was what lives on for posterity. I have searched for a picture of my ugly haircut but one doesn't exist. I should probably be thankful for that.
This experience taught me a valuable lesson. I could always trust my mom's taste in hair, clothes and other things like that. She knew what looked good and what didn't and she would be honest about it. I hope my kids will trust that I am honest with them about their appearance and won't lead them astray as to what looks good and what doesn't. And I hope I never have to use the word "slut" to describe something they are wearing!
Father since 2001
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