Mean Girls

It never ceases to amaze me that people in the beauty industry- an industry based on the premise of making women feel attractive- would risk business and potential good word of mouth just for the chance to put customers down. A few weeks ago, I went to a new (to me) salon for a haircut (with Candy, if you'll recall, though it turns out she spells it 'Kandi'). In any case, the haircut turned out great, and Kandi was really nice. As I was paying, though, the salon owner (the OWNER!) and the receptionist made fun of how I look. I won't even bother repeating what they did, since it was such a cheap shot. They thought I hadn't seen them laugh at my expense, but I did. I felt like I was in junior high all over again, not pretty enough or rich enough or, frankly, bitchy enough to hang out with the "cool" crowd. And that feeling stuck with me for several days. I couldn't shake it. But honestly, what upset me the most was not what these women said or did. It's that I let it bother me. I enabled them to make me feel beneath them. And I'm thirty!!! Isn't there a point at which we get over this crap?