Beauty School Dropout

I burst into laughter when I walked into the Beauty Salon room of Bethesda’s Playseum and saw this scene.  It immediately brought back memories of endless hours of playing with my Salon Barbie as a little girl (although mine did not come with creepy hands to manicure) and seeing this tableau sent my imagination spinning off in a million directions.

Were these two friends who came to the faux salon hoping to get matching hair-dos and something went horribly, horribly awry? 

Was the doll on the left the victim of some awful Mean Girl scenario?  “Sure, come to the salon with me… I’ll make sure  you get an AWESOME blow-out just like mine!  Ken, and all the football players will be sure to notice you at the big game!” 

Or perhaps the doll on the right (let’s just call her Muffy) brought the doll on the left (let’s just call her Agnes) into the doll salon as an intervention after finding her locked in her dorm room, downing Red Bull and Vodka, hair hanging in her face, listening to her I HATE HIM playlist of top 25 breakup songs on her iPhone.  Muffy became concerned when Agnes kept tweeting nothing but a nonsensical stream of letters and numbers every 4 minutes and sending TwitPics of her poorly manicured toes.  Why yes, this salon appointment is just what Agnes needs.

On the other hand, perhaps Agnes, is merely the mother of a newborn, and Muffy is merely her very annoying friend who still has time for things like sleep, meals, and…  personal hygiene. 

Maybe it’s a photo shoot?  Agnes is the “Before” model.  Muffy is the “After” model.  But for some edgy magazines, MUFFY may be the “Before” model and Agnes is the “After” model, sporting the new, hot, 2010 look, “Windblow, Mystery Woman look!”  “Straight and groomed is sooooo out,” says the Beauty Editor.  “Women today want to look mysterious, unpredictable.  This hair says, ‘Hey, I may be a CEO, or I may be have just escaped from an asylum — you are just going to have to take your chances.  When I walk into your company’s boardroom, I may be about to make you a million, or you should call security — 2010 is all about taking risks!’  That’s what this look is all about!”  And then the Beauty Editor cackled and smeared more lipstick on her forehead.

I came back to reality when my little girl asked for a bottle of nail polish so she, too, could add a layer of polish to the creepy hands, which delighted her endlessly.

What scenarios come to your mind when you look at poor Agnes?

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