Q: What is the difference between the $40 hair spray and the $9 hair spray?
A: Whether or not you want to smell like a classy lady or a cheap hooker.
When one has to be at work at 6am to stand outside in the dark/early dawn for half an hour, having wet hair is a big downside (especially in the wintertime). And getting up earlier to allow hair-drying time? Ugh… I believe we’ve already established how I feel about the early morning hours.
So I have become a fan of the “dry shampoo.” It’s basically really expensive baby powder in an aerosol spray can. And for those of you not in the know, aside from its uses on baby’s butts and making young actors look like old people in high school plays, baby powder is also good for reviving your hair to its freshly-washed look. With the aerosol can, I can shower the night before, and just spray a quick pick-me-up in the morning.
The problem with the dry shampoo is that you can’t find it in any old store. And the only specialty stores I’ve found here don’t carry the name brand stuff. So I bought the knock-off stuff:
Oh, boy, was that a mistake. One tiny spritz of this stuff and the whole room smells like 20 teenage girls getting ready for their first prom.
Chris walks in the room and immediately asks, “Um honey, what is that? Did you get a new…um…perfume?” And he says the word “perfume” with a kind of question in his voice and a pained look on his face. I’m sure he is thinking something along the lines of please don’t tell me you like that awful scent. I reassure him that I, also, think it smells awful. Kind of like somebody raided the perfume aisle at Wal-Mart, poured out the contents of every single bottle on to the floor, and then rolled around in the mixture.
Chris almost sighed in relief at this, since had I answered “Yes, it’s my new perfume do you like it?” he would have been in a very tricky situation for any male: having to answer one of those lose-lose questions like “does this dress make me look fat?” If he agreed, I’d be happy but he would have to smell that wretched scent for several days until the bottle “mysteriously disappeared”, and if he disagreed, he wouldn’t have to smell it but he would have to deal with a pissy wife.
I think we are both in agreement that the fancy stuff is worth every penny of that extra twenty dollars.
