Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Cosmetological Entropy

Why is it that a trip to the hairdresser here means that I always have to end up with some crazy Euro-Mullet? Despite the fact that I ALWAYS bring a Picture with me in case the language barrier obstructs the lines of communication, inevitably the scissor-happy stylist asks, “¿Capas?”, which roughly translates to “May I take your lovely hair and form it into an ill-advised Euro-Mullet?”

Mullet aside, a trip to the hairdresser in Spain for an American is an entrance into the world of stylist anarchy. The mulleted result is the unintended consequence of salon chaos at its worst. In the States a trip to the stylist normally means you will have a stylist who will scrub your head, carefully comb your tangles out and then get on with whatever it is you asked him or her to do while chatting it up and working that tip and trying to make a loyal client out of you. This is the world of semi-controlled hair predictability. Enter Spanish hair-dresser chaos where you will tell the person wearing hospital scrubs that you assume is your stylist exactly what you want, she will nod and comment comprehensively, then she will walk away and you will never see her again. A different person will scrub your head, another one will yank your tangles out, then someone else will put dye all over it and leave you there for a really long time until your scalp feels like you have just been through chemical warfare. After that, another person will put you under a time-sensitive heat lamp and then pay no attention as to how long your left under there, and then once you are washed and dried by a person you have never seen before, finally the mullet-sculptor will make her entrance to see to it that you do not escape the salon mullet-free. This whole process will take approximately 4 -5 hours and no, you cannot make an appointment. Take a number.

There are certain things I had always taken for granted while living in the U.S.-- Escaping the salon in a timely manner un-mulletted was one of them.

Wish me luck on my next trip to the salon.

P.S. If you get bored, do a google search for mullets in spain and you will see what a widespread phenomenon this is.

5 comments:

Sarita said...

Oh great, now I'm terrified for my wedding hair!!!!

Mamacita Chilena said...

hahaha, Sarita at least for your wedding hair they won't be cutting! Keep the scissors away from the bride's head...

And I thought the mullet phenomenon was only widespread here in Chile. Must be a latino thing :)

Theresa said...

mullets must be a latino thing, I posted on mamacita chilena's blog that the reason I started to grow my hair long was mulletphobia. I often tell people that Merida is like the USA in the 50s and 60s but maybe the fashions are stuck in the 70s and 80s? I guess it could be worse, but what can be worse than a mullet?
regards,
Theresa

Jul said...

Germany, too! Mullets are all over the place here.

I haven't had a haircut here yet... now I'm a little worried to get one. :)

nursemyra said...

I don't want to play upmanship here but try getting a haircut in vietnam....