As we grow old and grey on the Internet, one thing will remain the same. There will always be trend stories about ladies' hair, whether it's about bangs, or lack of bangs, or partial Caesar-type bangs, or short new gamine cuts (how French!), or updos, or long-dos, or color (ombre, remember ombre?). There is no end to what women, and sometimes men, too, will do with their hair, and no end, either, to what media will do to cover those hair trends.
Today in the New York Post there is a lengthy, flowing, shiny, gorgeous, silky, perfectly kink-free piece about how ladies are obsessed—obsessed!—with getting their hair dried professionally by professional hair fixers. Adjacent to this MANE EVENT is another piece about how Nora Ephron turned the writer of that story onto blowouts and that writer never looked back. This is not one but two stories in the same paper about ladies and their hair proclivities. It's a hair-miracle, a double-whammy of hair (or Murdoch has stock in Louis Licari?).
Doree Lewak writes the main piece about this subset of society, the "blowout junkie," going deep inside the netherworld of women getting their hair did, stopping only at getting her hair did herself (or did she? How could a woman resist? Temptations are high at the salon, the hairdryers so near, so hot, so volumizing). She talked to at least four women who are getting blowouts all the time, sinking tens of thousands of dollars into their tresses. How far has this addiction gotten? Do self-professed "blowout junkies" need a hairtervention? Let's check the signs in Lewak's piece: