Hairstylist Confessions: Is This the Life for Me? (Spoiler: It’s Complicated)

Listen, folks, being a hairstylist is like dating a Kardashian: glamorous, exciting, and sometimes downright infuriating. We wield the power to transform lives with a flick of the wrist, but let’s be real, the industry isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Today, I’m spilling the tea on the moments that make us question our sanity (and contemplate a career switch to, say, llama herding…no offense, llamas).

Clients who chase the “Next Big Deal”: Remember that haircut you saw on a celebrity and had to have, only to regret it three days later? Yeah, we see that hair-spiration whiplash every day. They show us a picture, we translate their vision, and suddenly, it’s like they’ve never seen a mirror before. “Did you do it like the picture?” they ask, eyes narrowed. Honey, I followed the blueprint, but maybe your blueprint needs an update.

The “Home-Dye Houdini”: We get it, box dye is tempting. But when you waltz in with fried, patchy locks, claiming it’s “natural,” and then blame us for the color not taking? Girl, please. We’re not miracle workers, and honesty is the best policy (and saves us both a headache).

Sick Days? What Sick Days?: Feeling under the weather? Clients don’t care. They’ll text you at 2 am asking for a last-minute appointment, even if you’re battling the plague. And don’t even get me started on family…