mysterioum
miekkakala:

babushka—nipples:

feduptoinfinity:

poppypicklesticks:

spagnoot:

So not only do we make less money, but our hair is so precious is costs extra to get it cut.

Gee!
It’s almost like cutting a woman’s hair requires a greater level of styling then it does for a man!  It’s almost like generally women’s hair is much longer then men’s, and women’s hairstyles are generally more complicated and often use higher quality and quantity of hairstyling products! 
But yeah, you feel like a big woman trashing on what’s probably either a mom and pop family run establishment, or one that will probably have a bunch of minimum wage employees? 

As the daughter of a cosmetologist, who has explained many of the different options given to her clients and who has watched her mother transform people multiple times, I know first hand why prices are what they are.
Women’s hair takes longer to cut and it is usually accompanied with a style. Men’s hair is usually very short and they usually come in for a trim, which is really cheap and takes about fifteen minutes tops. 
If the guy’s hair is long and he wants a style too, guess what? The price increases to around the same amount for a women’s style. Because the price is based around hair length because hair length is usually what can determine how long it’ll take.
However, some places give little rewards if you’re a first timer. Men’s first haircut is half off as is women’s. The reason why is so they can get an idea of how good the stylist is and they’ll keep coming back. And then there are preferred customers, clients who have been loyal to a stylist for years, who get little things here and there with management’s approval:
A manicure at half price
A cut and style at 15% off
A children’s cut and style at half off for back to school
And then there are the times that the salon has engaged in charity by cutting and styling people on assisted living for free or cutting and styling a foster child’s hair whose mother had neglected and allowed to get severely damaged and unhealthy (that last one was a recent client of my mother’s and that little girl was so fricking happy afterward).
So yeah, salons have good reasons for their prices and sometimes that profit is used to support the stylists who work for free during certain times like those mentioned above (always approved by management first of course). By making the prices what they were, my mom never lost money even when she took clients who weren’t expected to pay by the management due to their circumstances. The prices of her normal clients was able to make up the difference.
Sorry for the rant, I’m just really proud of my mother’s career. It gets shit on enough by snobs who think she’s just a glorified hair dresser. I don’t like seeing people talking about stuff they know nothing about.

Really getting sick of everything trying to turn everything into a social justice issue and also they are shitting on what looks like a small business.
Go run a small business and see how easy it is, because it isn’t, and it doesn’t help to have some bratty little snubbed up kid with a cushy life to shit all over their business by calling them sexist because their prices vary.
My family runs an auto mechanic business, it’s VERY hard. It is not easy. And after I get my certifications and move out I plan on being a business owner.
People like OP are fucking vile. Not everything is a social justice issue. Look up your shit before you further embarrass yourself by trying to look good to your sjw-feminist buddies on a blog.
Did you know if the business owner found this they could sue you for slander if this post affected their business?

miekkakala:

babushka—nipples:

feduptoinfinity:

poppypicklesticks:

spagnoot:

So not only do we make less money, but our hair is so precious is costs extra to get it cut.

Gee!

It’s almost like cutting a woman’s hair requires a greater level of styling then it does for a man!  It’s almost like generally women’s hair is much longer then men’s, and women’s hairstyles are generally more complicated and often use higher quality and quantity of hairstyling products! 

But yeah, you feel like a big woman trashing on what’s probably either a mom and pop family run establishment, or one that will probably have a bunch of minimum wage employees? 

As the daughter of a cosmetologist, who has explained many of the different options given to her clients and who has watched her mother transform people multiple times, I know first hand why prices are what they are.

Women’s hair takes longer to cut and it is usually accompanied with a style. Men’s hair is usually very short and they usually come in for a trim, which is really cheap and takes about fifteen minutes tops. 

If the guy’s hair is long and he wants a style too, guess what? The price increases to around the same amount for a women’s style. Because the price is based around hair length because hair length is usually what can determine how long it’ll take.

However, some places give little rewards if you’re a first timer. Men’s first haircut is half off as is women’s. The reason why is so they can get an idea of how good the stylist is and they’ll keep coming back. And then there are preferred customers, clients who have been loyal to a stylist for years, who get little things here and there with management’s approval:

A manicure at half price

A cut and style at 15% off

A children’s cut and style at half off for back to school

And then there are the times that the salon has engaged in charity by cutting and styling people on assisted living for free or cutting and styling a foster child’s hair whose mother had neglected and allowed to get severely damaged and unhealthy (that last one was a recent client of my mother’s and that little girl was so fricking happy afterward).

So yeah, salons have good reasons for their prices and sometimes that profit is used to support the stylists who work for free during certain times like those mentioned above (always approved by management first of course). By making the prices what they were, my mom never lost money even when she took clients who weren’t expected to pay by the management due to their circumstances. The prices of her normal clients was able to make up the difference.

Sorry for the rant, I’m just really proud of my mother’s career. It gets shit on enough by snobs who think she’s just a glorified hair dresser. I don’t like seeing people talking about stuff they know nothing about.

Really getting sick of everything trying to turn everything into a social justice issue and also they are shitting on what looks like a small business.

Go run a small business and see how easy it is, because it isn’t, and it doesn’t help to have some bratty little snubbed up kid with a cushy life to shit all over their business by calling them sexist because their prices vary.

My family runs an auto mechanic business, it’s VERY hard. It is not easy. And after I get my certifications and move out I plan on being a business owner.

People like OP are fucking vile. Not everything is a social justice issue. Look up your shit before you further embarrass yourself by trying to look good to your sjw-feminist buddies on a blog.

Did you know if the business owner found this they could sue you for slander if this post affected their business?

mysterioum
mysterioum:

tokensthearcadepony:

carrotcatmd:

STORY:On my way home from work, I stopped at Taco Bell for a quick bite to eat. I have a $50 bill and a $2 bill. I figure with the $2 bill, I can get something to eat and not have to worry about irritating anyone for trying to break a $50 bill. Me: ‘Hi, I’d like one seven-layer burrito please, to go.’ Server: ‘That’ll be $1.04. Eat in?’ Me: ‘No, it’s to go.’ At this point, I open my billfold and hand him the $2 bill. He looks at it kind of funny. Server: ‘Uh, hang on a sec, I’ll be right back.’ He goes to talk to his manager, who is still within my earshot.The following conversation occurs between the two of them:Server: ‘Hey, you ever see a $2 bill?’ Manager: ‘No. A what?’ Server: ‘A $2 bill. This guy just gave it to me…’ Manager: ‘Ask for something else. There’s no such thing as a $2 bill.’ Server: ‘Yeah, thought so.’ He comes back to me and says, ‘We don’t take these.Do you have anything else?’ Me: ‘Just this fifty. You don’t take $2 bills? Why? Server: ‘I don’t know.’ Me: ‘See here where it says legal tender?’ Server: ‘Yeah.’ Me: ‘So, why won’t you take it?’ Server: ‘Well, hang on a sec.’ He goes back to his manager, who has been watching me like I’m a shoplifter, and says to him, ‘He says I have to take it.’Manager: ‘Doesn’t he have anything else?’ Server: ‘Yeah, a fifty. I’ll get it and you can open the safe and get change. Manager: ‘I’m not opening the safe with him in here.’ Server: ‘What should I do?’ Manager: ‘Tell him to come back later when he has real money.’ Server: ‘I can’t tell him that! You tell him.’ Manager: ‘Just tell him.’ Server: ‘No way! This is weird. I’m going in back. The manager approaches me and says, ‘I’m sorry, but we don’t take big bills this time of night.’Me: ‘It’s only seven o’clock! Well then, here’s a two dollar bill.’ Manager: ‘We don’t take those, either.’ Me: ‘Why not?’ Manager: ‘I think you know why.’ Me: ‘No really, tell me why.’ Manager ‘Please leave before I call mall security.’ Me: ‘Excuse me?’ Manager: ‘Please leave before I call mall security.’ Me: ‘What on earth for?’ Manager: ‘Please, sir..’ Me: ‘Uh, go ahead, call them.’ Manager: ‘Would you please just leave?’ Me: ‘No.’ Manager: ‘Fine — have it your way then.’ Me: ‘Hey, that’s Burger King, isn’t it?’ At this point, he backs away from me and calls mall security on the phone around the corner. I have two people staring at me from the dining area, and I begin laughing out loud, just for effect.A few minutes later this 45-year-oldish guy comes in. Guard: ‘Yeah, Mike, what’s up?’ Manager (whispering): ‘This guy is trying to give me some (pause) funny money.’ Guard: ‘No kidding! What?’ Manager: ‘Get this. A two dollar bill.’ Guard (incredulous): ‘Why would a guy fake a two dollar bill?’ Manager: ‘I don’t know. He’s kinda weird. He says the only other thing he has is a fifty.’ Guard: ‘Oh, so the fifty’s fake!’ Manager: ‘No, the two dollar bill is.’ Guard: ‘Why would he fake a two dollar bill?’ Manager : ‘I don’t know! Can you talk to him, and get him out of here?’ Guard: ‘Yeah.’Security Guard walks over to me and……Guard: ‘Mike here tells me you have some fake bills you’re trying to use.’ Me: ‘Uh, no.’ Guard: ‘Lemme see ‘em.’ Me: ‘Why?’ Guard: ‘Do you want me to get the cops in here?’ At this point I’m ready to say, ‘Sure, please!’ but I want to eat, so I say, ‘I’m just trying to buy a burrito and pay for it with this two dollar bill. I put the bill up near his face, and he flinches like I’m taking a swing at him. He takes the bill turns it over a few times in his hands, and he says, Guard: ‘Hey, Mike, what’s wrong with this bill?’ Manager: ‘It’s fake.’ Guard: ‘It doesn’t look fake to me.’ Manager: ‘But it’s a two dollar bill.’ Guard: ‘Yeah? ‘ Manager: ‘Well, there’s no such thing, is there?’ The security guard and I both look at him like he’s an idiot and it dawns on the guy that he has no clue and is an idiot. So, it turns out that my burrito was free, and he threw in a small drink and some of those cinnamon thingies, too.Made me want to get a whole stack of two dollar bills just to see what happens when I try to buy stuff. 

There actually are people who don’t know that $2 bills exist? Like full grown adults? Damn…..


I have a few of these kept away

mysterioum:

tokensthearcadepony:

carrotcatmd:

STORY:

On my way home from work, I stopped at Taco Bell for a quick bite to eat. 

I have a $50 bill and a $2 bill. I figure with the $2 bill, I can get something to eat and not have to worry about irritating anyone for trying to break a $50 bill. 

Me: ‘Hi, I’d like one seven-layer burrito please, to go.’ Server: ‘That’ll be $1.04. Eat in?’ 
Me: ‘No, it’s to go.’ At this point, I open my billfold and hand him the $2 bill. He looks at it kind of funny. 
Server: ‘Uh, hang on a sec, I’ll be right back.’ He goes to talk to his manager, who is still within my earshot.

The following conversation occurs between the two of them:

Server: ‘Hey, you ever see a $2 bill?’ 
Manager: ‘No. A what?’ 
Server: ‘A $2 bill. This guy just gave it to me…’ 
Manager: ‘Ask for something else. There’s no such thing as a $2 bill.’ 
Server: ‘Yeah, thought so.’ 

He comes back to me and says, ‘We don’t take these.

Do you have anything else?’ 

Me: ‘Just this fifty. You don’t take $2 bills? Why? 
Server: ‘I don’t know.’ 
Me: ‘See here where it says legal tender?’ 
Server: ‘Yeah.’ 
Me: ‘So, why won’t you take it?’ 
Server: ‘Well, hang on a sec.’ 

He goes back to his manager, who has been watching me like I’m a shoplifter, and says to him, ‘He says I have to take it.’

Manager: ‘Doesn’t he have anything else?’ 
Server: ‘Yeah, a fifty. I’ll get it and you can open the safe and get change. 
Manager: ‘I’m not opening the safe with him in here.’ 
Server: ‘What should I do?’ 
Manager: ‘Tell him to come back later when he has real money.’ 
Server: ‘I can’t tell him that! You tell him.’ 
Manager: ‘Just tell him.’ 
Server: ‘No way! This is weird. I’m going in back. 

The manager approaches me and says, ‘I’m sorry, but we don’t take big bills this time of night.’

Me: ‘It’s only seven o’clock! Well then, here’s a two dollar bill.’ 
Manager: ‘We don’t take those, either.’ 
Me: ‘Why not?’ 
Manager: ‘I think you know why.’ 
Me: ‘No really, tell me why.’ 
Manager ‘Please leave before I call mall security.’ 
Me: ‘Excuse me?’ 
Manager: ‘Please leave before I call mall security.’ 
Me: ‘What on earth for?’ 
Manager: ‘Please, sir..’ 
Me: ‘Uh, go ahead, call them.’ 
Manager: ‘Would you please just leave?’ 
Me: ‘No.’ 
Manager: ‘Fine — have it your way then.’ 
Me: ‘Hey, that’s Burger King, isn’t it?’ 

At this point, he backs away from me and calls mall security on the phone around the corner. I have two people staring at me from the dining area, and I begin laughing out loud, just for effect.

A few minutes later this 45-year-oldish guy comes in. 

Guard: ‘Yeah, Mike, what’s up?’ 
Manager (whispering): ‘This guy is trying to give me some (pause) funny money.’ 
Guard: ‘No kidding! What?’ 
Manager: ‘Get this. A two dollar bill.’ 
Guard (incredulous): ‘Why would a guy fake a two dollar bill?’ 
Manager: ‘I don’t know. He’s kinda weird. He says the only other thing he has is a fifty.’ 
Guard: ‘Oh, so the fifty’s fake!’ 
Manager: ‘No, the two dollar bill is.’ 
Guard: ‘Why would he fake a two dollar bill?’ 
Manager : ‘I don’t know! Can you talk to him, and get him out of here?’ 
Guard: ‘Yeah.’


Security Guard walks over to me and……

Guard: ‘Mike here tells me you have some fake bills you’re trying to use.’ 
Me: ‘Uh, no.’ 
Guard: ‘Lemme see ‘em.’ 
Me: ‘Why?’ 
Guard: ‘Do you want me to get the cops in here?’ 

At this point I’m ready to say, ‘Sure, please!’ but I want to eat, so I say, ‘I’m just trying to buy a burrito and pay for it with this two dollar bill. I put the bill up near his face, and he flinches like I’m taking a swing at him. He takes the bill turns it over a few times in his hands, and he says, 

Guard: ‘Hey, Mike, what’s wrong with this bill?’ 
Manager: ‘It’s fake.’ 
Guard: ‘It doesn’t look fake to me.’ 
Manager: ‘But it’s a two dollar bill.’ 
Guard: ‘Yeah? ‘ 
Manager: ‘Well, there’s no such thing, is there?’ 

The security guard and I both look at him like he’s an idiot and it dawns on the guy that he has no clue and is an idiot. So, it turns out that my burrito was free, and he threw in a small drink and some of those cinnamon thingies, too.

Made me want to get a whole stack of two dollar bills just to see what happens when I try to buy stuff. 

There actually are people who don’t know that $2 bills exist? Like full grown adults? Damn…..

I have a few of these kept away

mysterioum

jeankd:

beautifullyburnedxo:

sailordirtbag:

before you date a girl with a mental illness, remember: saying, “you’re beautiful” won’t balance the chemicals in her brain.

and don’t fucking say, “i’ll be here for you, no matter what,” if you don’t mean it.

don’t think you’re fixing her by saying, “i love you.” because you’re not

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