7:22 PM |
It occurred to me the other day that one of the fonts of all things gossip is the beauty parlor. Note I did not say salon. These are the places where one gets a set, not a blow dry. There are hair styles. With AquaNet. I imagine Betty pulling on a Virginia Slim, although today Jeanette is more likely to be smacking gum or drinking bottled water. I do not want to go somewhere they recycle. I do not want Evian. I do not want San Pellegrino. I do not even want a sports bottle of any kind. Give me my girls. I am going to make a considered effort to have my hair done every few days. I want big hair. I want a French twist for Scooter's wedding. I'm hoping to hear whose no-good husband is chasing Trixie. I want to hear about the little problem with the law cousin Scotty is having. I want to know what their natural hair colors are. And I won't have to pack a blow dryer.