It’s one of those things Black women sometimes have a love/hate relationship with. The hair salon. Or, really, going to the hair salon. On one hand, there is nothing like getting your scalp scrubbed by the hands of the shampoo girl and you rest your mind in relaxation. But, on the other hand, there are those times when you know you’re going to be in the salon all day, and you are not looking forward to it!
But, all in all, there is a special place that the hair salon holds for Black women and little girls. After my first trip to the hair salon yesterday in what feels like a year, I realized how much I missed going. And then I thought: this is probably something all Black women love about the hair salon.
You read along and tell me if you agree.
You love the way the shampoo girls wash your hair:
It’s nothing like it. The shampoo girls seem to always have long enough nails that scratch your scalp in all the right places. The water is semi-hot, comforting and soothing. And the smell of the shampoo is just everything. What is that smell? Why can’t our shampoos we use at home smell like them?
Anyway, the one thing I know for sure is that there is nothing like getting your hair washed at a Black hair salon.
The way they chit chat and share friendly gossip:
Okay, well sometimes, it ain’t so friendly. But, hearing your mom and her friends “oohhh” and “ahhh” over the latest neighborhood gossip was probably one of the best parts of being in the salon. And you remember how you had to pretend your weren’t listening, but on the inside you couldn’t believe what they were talking about? Yeah, girl.
Nowadays, we’re grown and we’re sharing the gossip. But it’s all out of love. The chitchat is a release, a safe place to just unwind and talk about our lives and what’s been going on. It never means any harm (I hope).
The inhale the smell of burning hair and oils:
Okay, so that may not be the safest thing to do. But let’s be for real: the smell of the hair and grease and oil burning is so intoxicating. You just know what Black hair smells like and you probably love it.
For some reason, the music is always on point:
It may even be the damn radio, but the music in the salon always feels like it’s more on point than when you hear it by yourself. Probably because someone always yells out “That’s my jam” when their favorite record comes on.
The nostalgia it brings you from your childhood:
Don’t you remember being a little girl, running around the salon, squirming in the chair when you got your press and curl and being hungry as hell after you were done? It’s just something so nostalgic about being in the hair salon. Hopefully, we can pass down the Black hair salon memory to our own little ones someday.
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