A few weeks ago they talked about using raw eggs to wash their hair before there was shampoo. I offered that you could wash your hair with beer, too. They thought it was a waste of beer, but I argued that's why they made The Beast. Due to the generational gap, they didn't get it.
Last week one of my coworkers talked a mile about the miracles of vinegar.
So this past weekend I poured white vinegar into the washing machine, and lo, nothing fantastic happened.... other than clean clothes. But my coworker had sworn by its magical color-fast properties, so The Hater and I bought two gallons at Sam's for $3.00.
This morning before I took my shower I heard her little voice in my head telling me about how brunettes can use vinegar to bring out natural hilights in their hair. On a whim I took a quarter cup to the shower, and after I had washed and rinsed my hair, I leaned back and let it run.
It was cold. Of course I was taking a hot shower, so then steamy vinegar clouds made me hack and want to gag. And then, the burning... my eyes caught fire as I reached for the shower head and tried to wash my face. I went through this motion three times before my eyes quit feeling like they were being peeled from the inside-out. Go ahead and laugh, it's amusing in retrospect, but at the time it was sharp misery.
After the shower I dangled cold, wet hair over The Hater's sleeping face. I told him to wake up and smell my hair. I wondered if it smelled like vinegar, if I'd have to wash the smell out again before I went to work. He said it didn't smell like anything but wet hair, and I made him smell it several times to make sure. Nobody at work made hair-smell faces at me, so I guess it turned out okay.
And my hair does feel softer! I mentioned it to my coworker, who said that I need to work on my vinegar-wash technique. Duh.
In honor of my elders, it only seems fitting to close with these words of wisdom:
On curves ahead
That rabbit's foot