This thread is going to bring out a vent
When I left NYC, I searched high and low for a Dominican stylist. There wasn't a single one in Pittsburgh. I considered myself luuuucky when I found one just about .5 mile from where I currently live. She was recommended by 2 native NYers that I met; they swore that she was just as good as the Dominicans in NY.
Well, my first visit, I look at her hair and I need to
my own arse, because it was dry, short, brittle, damaged, etc and I was going to entrust her with my mane?! WHAT WAS WEBBY THINKING?!
Ok, so she washes my hair, because it would be wiser to have her do a wash/set before allowing her to use chemicals. She didn't comb my hair she raked it...she was b*tching the entire time about how damaged my hair was, all the while she was literally ripping my hair right out with the comb. So, I let her cut it (about chin length), because I knew that I still had a fair amount of damaged hair from the last professionaly idiot who messed my long hair up.
She did a decent rollerset, but when she went to blow dry, I should have RUN. She wrapped my hair around the brush, yes wrapped - around the brush and PULLED as if she was trying to fasten a corsett. I could hear my hairs snap-crackling-popping.
But that wasn't enough, I went back every week and then finally let her give me a touch up...yes, I'm stupid, but I just couldn't manage my own hair, despite owning all of the professional tools. Well this woman fried my scalp with the relaxer, used the wrong rinse and then charged me twice as much as she quoted ($90). I don't squabble with people over their prices; In NYC I pay $50 for my relaxer AND my rinse, but she's entitled to charge whatever she deems suitable. However, if you quote me a price, you can't switch up and double it, because "I have too much hair."
Ok, so that's when I got serious about doing my own rollersets (still go to NYC for touchups/color), but don't you know I ran into one of the women who recommended her. That basket case had the gaul to tell everyone that I was trying to sue her; she said that it had to be me, because I was the only American who came to her salon. WRONG.
I confronted her, asked her why she thought that I would try to suit her, questioned what she tought that I had to gain and she kept shushing me...didn't want the clients to hear why she was being sued. To this day, I get heated thinking about it, because it wasn't until after I left, that I realized that she didn't have a problem blabbing to her clients about me...sorry, y'all...the lesson here is if the stylist's hair is jacked-up, chances are yours is going to get jacked-up.
The END.