Hairdresser: We’re going to have to use a color remover to take out the blue pigment, then apply more pigment to allow for the proteins in the hair to adhere to it. Then possibly mix three different types of toners to reach the goal of your natural hair color.
Hairdresser: pretty simple
Me: this is chemistry
Hairdresser: yeah, but people don’t like when we talk that way
Hairdresser: so you’re a mortician?
Me: apprentice
Hairdresser: do you know why formaldehyde is used in clothing?
Me: I didn’t know that was a thing
Hairdresser: I think it’s due to the preserving qualities? But I don’t think that’s right.
Me: It’s not just a preservative, it’s also a disinfectant ‘cause it destroys bacteria as well as their food supply. It’s also a dehydrator.
Hairdresser: why not just use alcohol?
Me: good question. Formaldehyde is super cheap, so probably to cut costs
Hairdresser: is it really a carcinogen?
Me: yeah, I’m going to have so much cancer
Hairdresser: so you’re going natural to work at a funeral home?
Me: yeah
Hairdresser: while still in school?
Me: well we work in the funeral homes so we have uuuuh … experience with cases
Hairdresser: you can just say bodies it’s fine
Me: oh thank god
Five Minutes Later
Me: yeah so we don’t do autopsies it’s one of my pet peeves
Hairdresser: what if someone wakes up while you’re embalming them?
Me: there’s a huge difference between a living body and a dead one
second hairdresser: I think we should add more toner, but yeah I think rigor mortis would make it pretty obvious
Me: that and being in a fridge for a few days you will be dead by the time you get to us
Hairdresser: I think pumping them full of a carcinogen would help with that
i usually hate true crime documetary type things bc theyre all “lets get into the MIND of the serial killer…. tortured soul” or whatever but i like the buzzfeed unsolved stuff bc theyre just like “what a freak lmao”
I was washing my hair a little while ago and remembered a moment from preschool. A few of my classmates were playing pretend and deciding upon the characters they would be embodying.
I, of course, insisted that I would be a knight. The girls had no problem with this - they liked being picked up and carried back and forth across puddles, which was my go-to chivalrous feat of strength whenever we played pretend games like that. More importantly, it meant less competition for the coveted role of princess.
They went back and forth arguing about who should be the princess during the game, each one making a case for why she deserved the gig. Somehow they decided that the princess must be the girl with the longest hair - infallible logic. They ended up deciding that the only fair way to judge hair length was by pulling out a single strand from each of their heads and comparing the length… which piqued the interest of another classmate, a little black girl with coily curls, whose single strand of hair turned out to be at least a third longer than anyone else’s straight hairs when she triumphantly stretched it out. This confused and enraged one of the white would-be princesses, but I had read enough fantasy to know that it was exactly the kind of unexpected hero sword-in-the-stone twist that should determine the One True Princess and the rightful heir to my knightly services.
I don’t remember how the game panned out, but at some point there were several princesses and someone decided to upgrade to queen.
Remember when tumblr turned off replies for like a whole year because they worked on a new system but apparently couldn’t let the old one stay meanwhile for some reason
Remember when tumblr was actively asking ppl to stop using the third party extension “missing e”(forefather to xkit) because apparently they didn’t wanna admit its the only way that’d make it bearable to even use tumblr.
Remember when tumblr purged users who uploaded audio posts of copyrighted music. Not removing the posts but the accounts would risk being deactivated if they had even one audio post.
Remember when tumblr made a “pinned post” feature so other blogs pinned posts was always at the top of your dashboard and you couldn’t remove it.
Remember how you could risk deleting your whole account when you just wanted to delete a sideblog
Remember when ask posts wasn’t rebloggable
remember when you had to scroll back to the top of the post to like/reblog it
Back in the super old days, reblogging a post brought you to a whole entire other page. You then had to add tags in a separate box and then publish the post. You could basically have fifty posts in different tabs all ready to be posted.
Blocking an anon would bring the person’s url to your blocked users list so you could always see who sent anon hate.
There was no instant reblog button till like 2015
Omg I’ve been here way too long
it used to be that you couldn’t just type in, say, “rain” to find your tag “colors of the rainbow” - you had to type in the whole thing, from scratch, and if you didn’t then you wouldn’t be able to find the tag.
It’s funny how some people don’t realize like. When I was in elementary school every year we had “intruder” drills. They were always kinda spooky but I never thought anything of it when I was a kid. The teacher would turn the light off and lock the room doors and we’d all have to quietly hide under desks until the intercom announced it was over. Sometimes there’d be someone walking around and trying the doors to the classrooms to make sure they were locked. Never seemed strange to me as a kid, but talking with my canadian spouse they look mortified
It’s wild how much of life in the US revolves around the unending threat of murder and violence. And by wild I mean a nightmare.
My FATHER went to a LEGALLY MANDATED segregated school until he was 8 and integration was then enforced. He was not legally allowed into a school or part of town with white people until he was almost ten
Many people forget black people couldn’t even vote until 1965. That’s not that long ago.
for the vast majority schools within the south, substantive de-segregation was completed only in like circa 1975. thats like fucking 20 years after Brown v. Board of education.
My father is 52 and he chopped cotton in Louisiana as a child until he was 11
Less than 65 years. King was murdered in 68, which was effectively the end of the movement and beginning of the Black Power era. My parents were both born in the 50s in the Jim Crow south, and remember it vividly. One of my mom’s friends was even killed at the 16th Street Baptist Church. People are delusional for acting like this was all so long ago.
There were schools in the U.S that still had segregated proms in 2012. Shit is still happening it’s not all in some distant past.
merry christmas to everyone who didn’t get presents today because their family couldn’t afford it and merry christmas to everyone who couldn’t make it home for the holidays and merry christmas to everyone spending it alone i want you all to know that i hope you all have a great great end of the year and i love you all and even if your holidays weren’t how you pictured them i hope you still have a good rest of the holidays and year
