A perm. I wanted one so bad back in the 80s. Luckily my hairdresser, who was my whole family’s hairdresser and a friend too, refused. She was a tiny Thai lady who was a force of nature, had a little half basement salon in DC. We would all go and get our hair cut together, I think mostly because there was a pub nearby my dad could go have drinks at while he waited for us.
I’m sure that her reasoning was sound in that it would destroy my hair, but I also think both her and my mom knew how terrible it would look since I’m lazy af and wouldn’t style it. Over the years I’ve only ever dyed my hair a handful of times, never curled or straightened it, no product as I can’t stand the feeling of it. I think it’s helped keep it healthy and now as I’m hitting later 40s and finally know how to really care for it (and have a hairdresser that understands my curls), it’s FABULOUS. Very little grey, big curls and ringlets. It’s the hair I’ve always wanted. Still don’t do shit to it lol. Lazy ftw!
I really like that! I agree with the other commenters here that to me it feels really hollow when we’re not doing anything to back it up. This though feels meaningful. I’m going to run this by my team for our future classes. Thanks!
Edit: I realized I didn’t answer your question. Generally it’s along the lines of “we are gathered here on the traditional lands of the Snuneymuxw people. We are fortunate to live, work, and play in these lands.” It varies and people add their own bits in, but that’s what I hear mostly. Maybe I like what y’all say better because it leaves us right out, we’ve butted in enough, this is about the First Nations.