“There is a gradual progression, from the time your mom, while she dons pin curls and a pink chiffon night gown, sits you up on the kitchen counter with a small towel and silver sheers at hand and clips off the first end of your slightly unruly, but fine baby hair – to the time you are leaving the office for a couple of hours to get a cut and color between meetings at a salon that feels slightly more like an airport terminal than a beauty shop.”