Deva, Deva, Deva. It is LIFE CHANGING. My hair, post first Deva cut, was smaller and more organized than it ever had been no matter how much thinning some “yes, of course I know how to cut curly hair!” stylist did. Google it and call salons to specifically request it. It ain’t cheap, but it is SO worth it.

Wow. You are in my head REAL hard.

Oh, honey. It’s not easy. I wish I had more to say, but really...it’s just not easy.

*internet hugs*

My advice is to find some curly haired peeps in your area and ask for recs. Or as someone else said find someone with similar hair. The other option is when calling salon’s ask if they have someone who specializes in curly hair - get specific if you know what type, or ask if they can type your hair (which should give…

If you have some money to spend, look for a Deva Curl stylist. They do amazing dry cuts! That said, I don’t have extra money so I go to a little punk-rock type place in my neighborhood that just happens to cut everyone’s hair dry and doesn’t try to pressure me into straightening it or buying extra goop for it. I think…

While I do not personally have curly hair some of my sisters do and this is what I’ve heard from them. Your best bet is to find someone who has curly hair and/or specializes in curly hair. You can call any salon and ask if they have someone who specializes in curly hair but by far and away the easiest and fastest way…

Ask around your area for someone who specializes in curly hair or find a curly-haired stylist. I thought it was general knowledge to not cut curly hair when it was wet. And tell them you don’t want a blow out. You can dictate how your head looks at the end of the session.

My sister asks them to “shampoo” her hair with conditioner when she goes to the salon. She is also no poo. There is never an issue, they always seem to understand why.

I picked my stylist because she had similarly curly hair like mine and it was cut and styled nicely. I have had her for years and I pay a good bit for a cut, but I am terrified to let anyone else touch my hair.

Exactly. It would be nice to not have to warn every man I ever get involved with not to tickle me, wrestle with me, sneak up on me. I always have to repeat it, that no, I’m really serious. And still, they generally don’t believe me, until somebody gets elbowed in the throat. I just lose my shit, and it’s not something…

He thinks we’ll be impressed if he proves how much smarter than us he is (in his own delusional mind, anyway). It’s his first step towards putting you in your place, making you feel insecure about what you think, read, listen to. So yeah, I guess it is negging in a nutshell.

I have no idea why they do this, but it is a thing. I remember in my early twenties I was taking the subway to an internship when this guy in his fifties decided to chat me up. I usually carry a book with me, but for some reason that day I didn’t have one so on an impulse I bought an issue of Glamour just so I would…

This is me as well, I strike out very hard as well as hollering some kind of Amazon death yell. I have zero regrets about anyone who has been on the receiving end of this. THEY DESERVE IT.

Same. I guess in retrospect, I’m grateful that my older siblings did what they did that made me develop that reflex. But no haunted houses for me.

It’s also surprisingly effective with dissection images, especially if those images happen to be penis or testicle dissection pictures. I learned this in vet school when I was on a train, and this guy would not stop reading over my shoulder, criticizing my reading material and refusing to take a hint or an outright…

Yeah, you have to gamble a bit with the Palahniuk! Too many jerks love him. I love him too, but by god I’m careful who I admit it to. ^^

Yep, cried all night long and then sat on the shower floor crying then went to first day of classes in my last semester of college crying, in class I cried, between classes I cried and cried and cried. Then I showed up at his place stone faced wanting to work things out.
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Allergies as an excuse for crying will always be my #2 go-to excuse. “I have a migraine” instead of “I’m super hungover”.