Decadent

Moist heat hangs thick in the atmosphere, clinging tight unto balmy grease molecules, as if by a court-ordered matrimony. The very white of the sink, blotted out by an array of brushes, combs, colorful cans and innumerable bottles of various spritzes and ointments, designed with the promise and purpose of combating both frizz and kink. A steaming curling iron lies in a corner of the sink top like a monster in repose, calmly awaiting the next jaw-full of its already dead prey. It discriminates neither Virgin nor Brazilian; they being its staple and all. Strands of severed hair litter the floor and sink alike, left behind in the wake of the owner's haste. Quite a Freudian testament it sure is, this love affair between lady and hair that only lasts about three months or so.

Welcome to the kitchen...sorry...bathroom of the 21st Century woman.