Monday, November 9, 2009

Perms and Cons

















Blog #3

“Grandma combed her hair!” Patty says with disgust. And I wince too, at her description of the sausage-curled bangs and puffy back and sides of the old lady-fro that I had given her on my last visit. Since Grandpa had taken her to some Asian salon and had her cruelly scalped, I had to do her justice by trimming her back into shape and perming the shit out of the rest.

It doesn’t look good for old ladies to have flat gray hair against their skulls; they look generally much happier with nice soft curly hair. Unfortunately I couldn’t make it to Grandma’s house every week, so we were forced to make do with a permed poodle do and an occasional shampoo. I had had to make use of the tiny blue perm rods, which make a near pipe-cleaner curl, and dear old Dottie’s hair stuck out from her head in a wispy cloud.

The size of the instrument determines the size of the curl, as perm solution basically disintegrates the hair shaft and re-casts it in the shape of the perm rod. Ammonium thioglycolate. A lovely blend of acid and ammonia, perm solution swells the hair, breaking the disulfide bonds which give the hair shaft its structure. Neutralizing solution oxidizes those bonds back into place just as rubber is vulcanized, given a new firm shape. The hair is permanently waved until it’s cut off.

Grandma’s perm is particularly demanding of me, not because she has so much hair or any technical issue, but because of the logistics. I work at her house and we have to make do with her kitchen chairs and the shower. This particularly is a pain in the ass, with much shuffling of shower chair and garbage bag capes and shower hoses and elderly women. I’m always glad things went according to plan by the time I leave and Grandma’s head is transformed into a pleasant marshmallow of a hairdo.

On old ladies, a perm is the stroke of a genius. On an adolescent girl, it can be a gesture of social suicide. Every girl in my Eighties youth had a perm, especially in fifth or sixth grade, and most of them were horribly misguided. I guess that’s just the learning curve of permanent waves, though, because from the very beginning there have been perm trauma victims. With courtesy to Wikipedia:

An early alternative method for curling hair that was suitable for use on people was invented in 1905 by German hairdresser Charles Nessler (1872–1951). He used a mixture of cow urine and water. The first public demonstration took place on October 8, 1905, but Nessler had been working on the idea since 1896. Previously, wigs had been set with caustic chemicals to form curls, but these recipes were too harsh to use next to human skin. His method, called the spiral heat method, was only useful for long hair. The hair was wrapped in a spiral around rods connected to a machine with an electric heating device. Sodium hydroxide, (caustic soda), was applied and the hair was heated (212°F; 100°C or more) for an extended period of time. The process used about twelve, two-pound brass rollers and took six hours to complete. These hot rollers were kept from touching the scalp by a complex system of countering weights which were suspended from an overhead chandelier and mounted on a stand. His first experiments were conducted on his wife, Katharina Laible. The first two attempts resulted in completely burning her hair off and some scalp burns, but the method was improved and his electric permanent wave machine was used in London in 1909 on the long hair of the time.


Well. See that? Suffering for the sake of beauty is always a noble cause.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Pros and cons: glittery tips

Sigh. My fingernails are stubs once again. It's the time in their cycle when they have all just broken and cling to my fingertips in tiny ragged squares. My nails just aren't strong enough to take the kind of abuse I do at work: water, chemicals, repeated hand-washing. They look fantastic when they grow beyond my fingertips and I polish them. For about a week they will stay long enough to give a good scratch and pretty enough to look like real fingernails. And then they break again.

So lately I have been dreaming about fake nails. Acrylics, tips, press-ons, whatever, I'm sure they will look a lot nicer than the sad little hangnailed stubs I have right now. I want nails that will always be long and shiny and have pink glittery tips and maybe even rhinestone accents. There's something delightfully fun and tacky about having glitter embedded in your (false) fingernails. On a date a few weeks ago, my potential boyfriend commented that he was glad I didn't sport press-on nails. Apparently he objected to the aforementioned tackiness. There is, I informed him, a BIG difference between artfully sculpted acrylic nails and $2.99 plastic press-on nails. One should not confuse the two. Had he made this distinction, his previous date may not have taken her fake nails and hit the highway. I would of course get the proper kind, not press-on. I admit that it's my vanity at the center of this issue, but there's also a practical point to this: they help my work. I could turn my shampoos (which already include moan-inducing head massages) into a shivery scratchdown that would curl my clients' toes. And part hair quickly and efficiently by skating my pinky nail along the scalp. Plus my nails wouldn't peel and break from being waterlogged all the time.

However, I have a few reservations. Maintenance. Who wants to add yet another ritual to the beauty process of dyeing, tweezing, cosmeticking and styling? And if I can't be bothered to get a bikini wax on a regular basis, would I really feel like getting a fill every four weeks? Then again nobody is checking me out below the belt right now, and people look at my hands every day. Regardless of maintenance, though, getting artificial nails is quite a process. Priming to rough up the surface of the nail, application of powder and liquid copolymer, curing, filing and polishing. That's a lot of time spent doing jack shit while getting your nails done. Lady of leisure indeed!

Of course investing in false fingernails is a far different process today than it was fifty years ago. In the 1930s when acrylic polymers were just beginning to be used for artificial nails, MMA (methyl methacrylate) could not only cause cancer and lung disease, the substance hardened to such a degree that it was literally unbreakable. If a client caught her fingernail in a compromised position, instead of snapping off at the point of stress, it would likely rip her real nail off as well. Ugh. It's that stomach-twisting image of girls who have broken artificial nails deep into their own nail beds that gives me pause. Or my classmate in beauty school who had a spot of fungus underneath her acrylics that needed to be drilled out. What am I thinking???

Oh right. Pink glitter.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Halloween and holograms


So. Last night was Halloween. I celebrated by dressing up as Jem, a "truly outrageous" character from my favorite cartoon as a kid. Thanks to Wikipedia: The central "secret" of the series is that Jem is in fact the alter ego of Jerrica Benton, owner/manager of Starlight Music, who adopts this persona with the help of Synergy, a holographic computer designed to be the ultimate visual entertainment synthesizer built by her father, Emmett Benton, who left it to her on his death. Jem's regular-girl persona Jerrica is never without her flash-tastic red star earrings, which host Synergy. With a little twinkle of her special bling, Jerrica disappears and Jem flickers into life. Instant rock star! This was quite an important feature of the Jem doll, whose battery-powered earrings would flash rhythmically as you enacted whatever elaborate love triangle/rock show/fiery car crash/catfight Jem found herself entangled in that day. Stylish!

After I very craftily made myself a pair of Synergy earrings, I began to think about the transformative powers that jewelry carries for all of us. When a friend of mine got engaged, she noted that the rock on her finger was an entre into a very special social club of elevated status. Another friend simply wears a "ziamond" of eye-popping size when she goes out to discourage men from hitting on her. Some of the more iconic pieces of jewelry that have made fashion statements: Jackie O's string of pearls, Marilyn's rocks in that hot-pink dress, Liz Taylor's fruit-sized million-dollar diamond from Richard Burton. At a staggering 69 carats, the diamond was so big it would have been vulgar on a less attractive woman.

Although I could talk about bling all night, I won't. I'm still lazy and sluggish at writing, my fingers slow and confused on the keyboard from disuse. So I'll keep it short and sweet. When I put on my earrings, I had taken the final step in bringing Jem to life, the focus and the perfect accessory to her outfit, but truly essential to her persona. This is how many a woman feels about her diamonds. Square cut or pear-shaped, these rocks don't lose their shape, diamonds are a girl's best friend...