I got a perm. See evidence below. Note facial expression.
I know, you're thinking, "What perm?" And that's exactly what I thought, too. This picture was taken 15 minutes after walking out of the salon. So much for the Korean "Super Formula" perm for Western hair. (I don't believe this actually exists.)
Anywhoops, Le Scientific and Irrefutable Results:
My hair has 0.5% more body.
My ponytail is 2% more interesting than the pre-perm pony.
My hair looks 7.5% less greasy when I wake up and go to work without washing it.
I am 100% sure that all hair styling products are a crock.
I have 99.99% learned my lesson about expecting my hair to do anything besides naturally hang limp and refuse to be "styled." That nagging percentage keeping me from full surrender to the facts is that relentless little thing called hope: the hope that is innate in every human being, but especially active in women regarding their physical beings, which causes them to believe that things could be different from what they happen to be if they would just try a little harder, make a little more effort, or pay a little more for whatever the world is selling today.
I feel 6% disappointed and 87% duped.
Ah well. In about two weeks, I'm sure my hair will be back to normal and it'll be like it never happened.
What do you guys think?
(Two Left Feet: Does this satisfy your request for a picture of the "out hair" you made about 5 years ago?)
(Mom: I don't need any eyebrow comments. I know they're ghastly. I can only handle one beauty-related issue at a time.)