Indeed, this morning left me smelling of Johnson & Johnson ‘No More Tears’ baby shampoo.
Why?
A few days ago, before the first performance of Hurlyburly, I decided it might be a good idea to trim my somewhat-out-of-control hair down to something more respectable. Thinking on-the-cheap, I decided to the do the deed here in Brooklyn instead of traveling to Manhattan first.
I found the Stephanie Hair Salon here in Bay Ridge on my way to the 77th Street Subway Station. Although I wasn’t sure if I should risk getting my hair cut somewhere unfamiliar, a few affirming phone calls later, I found myself sitting in the chair.
That’s when it happened. Suddenly. Unexpectedly.
“Is anyone in your family bald?”
Needless to say, I was shocked. I had no idea why this line of questioning had begun, much less did I have any clue as to how to get out of it.
Long story short, the woman cutting my hair detected some form of thinning on the top of my head. I’m balding, apparently (if only slightly).
One of her recommendations - - switch to baby shampoo - - it’s easy on the scalp.
I’m only 22! I can’t be bald!


