I finally did something with my hair today. My hairstylist's name was Guiseppe. He's the owner of Jason Michael's, and he told me that he liked my attitude. Therefore, he picked me to be his masterpiece of the day. He and three other staff members treated me like gold. They took 4 hours to achieve Guiseppe's "vision." I was so happy with the results, but immediately felt an enormous weight of guilt afterward. For the cost of getting my hair these three shades of red, brown and blonde, I could have rescued an entire family in Africa from poverty and starvation. Shame on me.