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How many of you remember the sizzling sound of the hot comb?

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*shudders*... im having flashbacks just thinking about it. I may have PTSD from getting my hair pressed, it was THAT bad!!!
 
It was a weekly ritual until we got perms at my house. I remember one especially hot August night my Mom said she could see my hair going back as quickly as she pressed it. She would always say try not to sweat.
 
That sound still makes me anxious!

I HATED getting my hair straightened. I hated the smell of melted Blue Magic grease, hair, and sometimes skin :nono:. I also hated how greasy my hair was the first few days. The only part I actually loved was that my godmother did it. I loved her...she was a sweet beautiful woman with long natural hair :yep:. However every Saturday afternoon we were enemies :lol:. She was a lot better than my mother with the hot comb which is why she volunteered to do it.

Now that I'm transitioning, I thought about picking up a small one...
 
Bad bad memories.. the sizzling from the grease and her constantly burning my ears when I forgot to hold them down.
 
I don't have any bad memories. My mother would take her time to press my hair on any given Saturday morning. I remember we would start very early and she would finish a few hours later.

Never heard any sizzling and I never received any burns. My Mom was a pro!:Rose:

What I do remember was that I was a serious tom-boy as a little girl and my Mom would get upset for me "sweating" out my press.:grin:
 
I remember getting my hair washed and pressed every two weeks on Saturdays. When my mother was done washing my hair I would run and hide to try and avoid the detangling process. My mother would find me in the hiding place I used each time and drag me to the kitchen. My father would come home, look at me and say, 'Why are you crying?' I'd be thinking, 'For the same damn reason you saw me crying next to the stove two weeks ago!'
 
I recall it. There was a time my mother did this to my hair once a week, so it was no special treat, it was a dreaded Sunday ritual. Plus, my hair was always thin and short so there was no swang, just a greasy head. Womp Womp. LOL
 
I will say, I do have fond memories of being bribed by my grandfathers with happy meals and bubble gum if I didn't cry at the hairdresser... I would try sooo hard to be a big girl but it would always end in tears
 
I loved getting my hair straightened. :yep: I was not traumatized by getting my hair done as a child.:look:
Me too. My mom knew how to straighten my hair without damaging it. The only thing she would burn were my the tips of my ears or forehead when she was trying to get extra close to my roots. Oh and she had to get my sideburns too.:ohwell:
 
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