My husband says I’m a marketer’s dream. (Guess it’s a good thing I married someone in advertising then, huh?) I’m a total impulse buyer and can be so easily swayed by the so-called “promises” of a product. Perhaps that’s why I was swept right up into the whole hoopla of the Keratin hair straightening craze. (And by the way, to my guy readers? Please don’t necessarily feel like you have to do an about-face on this very “girly” blog post — I may or may not include talk of beer and strippers later on, so hang tight.)
Since I have naturally wavy hair that takes FOR-FREAKING-EVER to blowdry straight, my hairdresser thought I’d be the perfect candidate for this “amazing” Keratin treatment that takes the major wave and frizz out of the hair, thereby making it much easier to style. After several months of hemming and hawing about it, she finally talked me into doing it. So, given that it costs a hefty $350, I then finagled my husband into getting it for my birthday in April.
**boobs, beer, strippers, boobs, beer, strippers** (had to throw that in there for the guy readers….)
At first, I L-O-V-E-D the results. I could whip my hair into shape like I was frickin’ Ken Paves. No more everyday ponytails for this chicky! I was lettin’ it down on a daily basis because my hair and I had finally grown to like each other again. We were like newlyweds, and I just couldn’t keep my hands off it. However, as with most marriages, the honeymoon period was very short-lived. Not even two and a half months after forking over all that dough and the damn thing was all but gone from my frickin’ hair. Talk about a buzz kill!
**boobs, beer strippers, boobs, beer, strippers** (You still with me, guy readers?? Come on, now, stick with me!)
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, I also began to lose ridiculous amounts of hair each time I actually shampooed. Thank the Lord that I have a shit-ton of hair to begin with or else I’d most definitely look like Telly Savalas by now — who loves ya kid? Seriously, we’re talkin’ about SCARY amounts of hair left in the drain. Makes me wonder just what in the crap kind of chemicals have been caked on my friggin’ hair.
Needless to say, I will NOT be going for Round 2 of the Keratin treatment. In my honest opinion, it was a total freakin’ waste of money. And yes, I’m sending out a big “Sorry, Honey” to my husband for throwing away his hard-earned Benjamins on something that was so fleeting. Perhaps he would’ve been more rewarded spending his money on boobs, beer & strippers???