Beauty Tips From the Beauty Impaired

            I color my hair. It is normally a very dark brown and on me, that looks drab and I hate it. So I opt for a blonder version. I have had it colored in salons and never once did I like it so I cut out the being pissed off and just buy a box of color and do it myself. Perfect every time. I was buying said accessory one dark day when my cashier picked it up and looked at it and then at me. I was ready for a stupid comment but not the one I got. She smiled at me, proudly showing me the one tooth that she still had in her mouth,  shook out her hair that had at one point been blonde but was now sporting a good four inches of regrowth and proceeded to give me beauty advice. I was stunned that this is what she had the nerve to say to me. I am not an ugly girl but I don’t run around saying “Look at me, I’m stunning,” but she was proceeding to tell me how I can be lovely? She obviously had never owned a mirror, or a tooth brush, or a hair brush for that matter but was telling me that I needed to take that hair color and rather than work it through all of my hair that I needed to put all of the color in my hands and run my fingers through my hair, streaking it like she had done for her mother and herself. I had so many derogatory things that I wanted to say to this delusional woman but I am not in the business of hurting people, even stupid ones, but I did tell her I would be doing no such thing and that when it comes to beauty that I’ve got it covered.