embarrassing confessions (or why the 80-90´s should never come back)

can you remember that moment? like a click. A line that once upon a time you´ve crossed, changing everything forever?

Before the line you were just innocently watching your Tv shows or cartoons, without even noticing the freakness of that world, in which princesses hang out with talking animals who help them with the house cleaning, caribbean crabs play marimba, and lions are best friends with koalas.

But suddenly….one day something happen…..and you appear in the other side of the line, the one that Disney never told you about, and you find yourself wanting to shag the prince or the witch or whoever. If that happened to you back in the 80-90´s, the probabilities of being a total embarrassing thing increase dramatically.

Mines are quite bad….

I remember having a total crush with Donovan from V invasion extraterrestrial . We have to admit that have a boyfriend who saves the planet is quite cool, but those plastic outfits and that hair!!!! that hair was terrible! .And I was also in love with  MacGyver….and his hair was even worst! (like long and short at the same time)…He was able to make a bomb with a chewing gum and scape from all the baddies, but couldn´t find a good stylish apparently….I still remember the day he fixed a broken car using eggs and something else …..mmm…..what a catch!!

BUT…my very first one…believe it or not…..was: Him!

I wanted to send that Mary Poppins back to wherever she had come from and stay with him dancing around the rooftops…forever!

er……this Post will self destruct in 5, 4, 3,…

Before that happens, feel free to leave a reply and share yours….it can´t be worst!!!

What´s wrong with hairdressers???

…I´m worried. I think They are really planning something big, a global conspiracy or something. This can´t be just a coincidence! Too many times, too many different places around the world.

I´m trying to leave aside my angryness and focus, understand the origin of the problem, why they are acting like this, what have we all done to them, but can´t see it right now…

I mean, when you go to a restaurant and ask for a lobster, nobody comes back with a coconut ice cream instead, just because they thought you would like it better. The same everywhere.

But not with a hairdresser! You ask for your ends cut, “just the ends”, you repeat sure, but for a mysterious reason nobody have discovered yet, the sound is transformed and they hear “cut half meter, please”. and They do it! So you can ask whatever style, colour, treatment,.. it doesn´t matter, they have the scissors, the power and you are lost in  their territory.

And I´m a believer , I like to trust people. And give second chances, and third ones…I´m that kind of person who re watch Titanic and thinks “this time the stupid boat is not sinking and they will be happy ever after”

But not. Just entered the salon and asked for a little amount of very fine highlights, just to keep the illusion of the summer in a not very summery London

…So here I am. Again. Looking like Cruella DeVil, with very thick white stripes all over my head.. Lucky me is almost Halloween. And as finding 101 dalmatians doesn´t seem very easy, I just decided to cut them out. Myself

My relationship with hairdressers is over. Forever. But I will keep my research. I´m not letting them win.

“They will stop degrading us. They will not control us. We will be victorious”