Call me crazy and/or shallow but I have to say that Yuko’s Japanese Hair Straightening product ranks #1 on my list of life-changing inventions. Okay, so hair straightening isn’t exactly on par with Karl Benz’s invention of the first automobile or Eli Whitney’s cotton gin, but I have to say that if given a choice, I’d certainly choose good hair over 100% cotton socks or one of the shoddy-made Mercedes’ that fill the streets of Los Angeles. But that is another post – or two – altogether.
I have visited the same Japanese salon every 6-8 months for the past 8 years to get my hair straightened. But after reading so much this past year about how harmful chemicals affect one’s metabolism, I concluded that the likely use of formaldehyde didn’t exactly fit into my newly adapted organic lifestyle. So I decided I wasn’t going to endure the 2-4 hour process anymore and made friends with my blow dryer and flat-iron instead.
Despite my best efforts, however, my hair has been simply uncontrollable the past few weeks. So uncontrollable, in fact, that it was putting me in an even worse mood than usual. And that, my friends, is a really bad mood (Ali will be only too happy to confirm this). I finally decided enough was enough and for the sake of my family’s happiness I called up my straightening guru yesterday and begged him to see me. After spending 2 hours of quality time with him today I am pleased to say that good humor (and manageable hair) has once again been restored in the Din household.
I will never have good hair and I have made peace with that, but the straightening process eliminates 99% of my frizz and my kinky Indian curls (I’d like to thank my dad for this). The best part of all is that I don’t need to use a flat-iron or blow dryer! The amount of time I save is immeasurable.
I do feel guilty that I am now probably full of cancer causing chemicals that no amount of organic vegetables can counteract…but as my mom said, “We just do the best we can.” And I going to continue to do the best I can…but with straight hair!
What can’t you live without, even when you know it isn’t good for you?