The Beauty Team Weighs In

As the run of Brushes winds down, people stop me in front of Gelson's and want to know, "Hey, did any actual hairdressers come to see a show about hair?" To which I respond, "Well, duh. Of course, they did, dummy." Take the SJG Beauty Team. I gave them no choice. After guilting them plenty and threatening to withhold tips and granting them a nice discount, my facialist, my colorist, my colorist's assistant colorist, my stylist, and my stylist's best friend, also a stylist, sure as bleep came. And then later, once they calmed down from laughing till they practically needed medical attention, they cornered me, collectively, at the Whitefire, and said in unison, "Oh my God, oh my God, we loved loved loved it so much, thank you for forcing us to come see it." Fine, maybe those weren't their exact words, but you get the idea. The gifted squad in charge of my on-going, never-ending beautification gave "Brushes" such a glowing review, my flat, baby fine, lifeless kaka hair magically attained volume and shine right there in the theatre. You could say my 'do was born again, and you'd be 71 percent accurate.