I have a funny beauty school story. I live in a very multi-cultural area of St. Louis county. My girlfriend from Wisconsin (very NOT muti-cultural) was here last summer. We decided to go out to lunch. shopping, and then get our nails done. I suggested that we go to the beauty school in one of the malls where we were. It just so happens that the clientele of this mall and beauty school is predominantly African American. I guess I don't really notice anymore, as I have shopped there for years........however.......taking my, "sheltered, but intelligent friend," there proved to be rather eye opening. She got to experience first hand what it felt like to be a minority......which is a good thing.............anyway..........I guess I didn't think about it, as I am very comfortable there and don't really think of myself as any different as most of the other people who work there and shop there......oh, except that most of the people there have much finer shoes than I do................ANYWAY.......after going to Dillard's and Macy's......Megan and I proceeded to the beauty school. We were two of the very few white people there. (trying to give you the mental image). We registered with the receptionist and had a seat. We waited......and waited..........and waited.....and I noticed that noone was getting their nails done......only African American ladies getting their hair done.........but we waited....and FINALLY we were called. The ladies that did our nails were super nice......and they told us the reason it took so long for service (they were very apologetic) was because noone there was really comfortable doing a manicure, as they mainly focussed on doing weaves and such.
. So, due to my naiveness (is that even a word???), we got the crappiest mani in all of history. It was all chunky and nasty......but what an experience.
. But really, it was a great experience.....for both of us. It is good to live on both sides of the fence....you know.
