I always feel scrutinized when I go to the hair dresser. Deeply neurotic at the best of times, I am convinced that those in the beauty profession must find me to be a disturbing sight. I frown worriedly at myself in the mirror, wishing I had time to pluck my eyebrows more thoroughly and get my make up just right. I make sure my hair is squeaky clean and decently coiffed before I leave the house.
To think I once laughed[...]
