I was rather impatient when he wanted to carry on a discussion on the condition of my hair. After all, what did that have to do with the hair style?
By: Anita Oksa
For years I have been colouring my hair at home and almost passing out from the fumes. I ignored the burning sensation on my scalp considering it a necessary evil. Looking beautiful was worth suffering a little. After all, haven’t women agonizingly stuffed their toes into pointy shoes for decades?
One morning, while blow-drying my hair, I twirled the brush and fluffed the fringe but I was …