Disclaimer: This post is in response to the Sunsilk “The Straight Hair Experiment” where one must “Tell us your craziest, wackiest, wildest experimental idea to get Perfect Straight Hair and WIN exciting prizes!”
My quest for straight hair began the first time I saw my aunt lying on her bed, with her long, straight mane of hair over the pillow, languishing straight down to the floor. It was 1988, I was five and fascinated by the fall of straight locks, and I pulled a few strands experimentally.
“Ow!” She yelled, and pulled her hair up into a bun. Miserably, I ran my fingers through my curly mop, looking at my mother’s legacy, and told myself, one day I would have such hair. So, when Sunsilk came up with a contest about it, I decided to write down my real-life experience about my hair and what I did to it.
The next day, my uncle gave me sage advice that if I wanted to straighten out my hair (all the time pulling those curls, after all, he was only about 15 himself) then I had to use desperate measures. His idea was to give me electric shocks to straighten out my curls, but when I told him I wanted to straighten my hair and not kill myself (and as a five year old, I did have some perseverance), he reluctantly told me he did not have a clue. But, he said, if ironing can straighten out any such thing, then why not try that?
I disliked the idea, of course. I said, I wanted it to be a permanent effect. With a wide grin he told me if I starched my hair first before I ironed it, I would probably have permanent straight hair.
The next morning saw my uncle heating the iron while I put globs of stolen starch (from where my mother was doing her laundry) all over my hair. Then, he walked over to me and pulled me by my ear (as the aforementioned hair was too dirty for him to touch), and lay me down, and was about to press the iron all over my hair when we were rudely interrupted.
My mother shrieked, cursed, yelled, pulled us both by our personal ears, and I will refrain from any more comments, as our collective humiliation was too dear for us to speak of.
Ah well, that was the truth and my wildest experiment suggestion. Tell me what you think?
My quest for straight hair began the first time I saw my aunt lying on her bed, with her long, straight mane of hair over the pillow, languishing straight down to the floor. It was 1988, I was five and fascinated by the fall of straight locks, and I pulled a few strands experimentally.
“Ow!” She yelled, and pulled her hair up into a bun. Miserably, I ran my fingers through my curly mop, looking at my mother’s legacy, and told myself, one day I would have such hair. So, when Sunsilk came up with a contest about it, I decided to write down my real-life experience about my hair and what I did to it.
The next day, my uncle gave me sage advice that if I wanted to straighten out my hair (all the time pulling those curls, after all, he was only about 15 himself) then I had to use desperate measures. His idea was to give me electric shocks to straighten out my curls, but when I told him I wanted to straighten my hair and not kill myself (and as a five year old, I did have some perseverance), he reluctantly told me he did not have a clue. But, he said, if ironing can straighten out any such thing, then why not try that?
I disliked the idea, of course. I said, I wanted it to be a permanent effect. With a wide grin he told me if I starched my hair first before I ironed it, I would probably have permanent straight hair.
The next morning saw my uncle heating the iron while I put globs of stolen starch (from where my mother was doing her laundry) all over my hair. Then, he walked over to me and pulled me by my ear (as the aforementioned hair was too dirty for him to touch), and lay me down, and was about to press the iron all over my hair when we were rudely interrupted.
My mother shrieked, cursed, yelled, pulled us both by our personal ears, and I will refrain from any more comments, as our collective humiliation was too dear for us to speak of.
Ah well, that was the truth and my wildest experiment suggestion. Tell me what you think?
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10 Responses
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still yaar it luks so sexy those wavy curls… 😀
dont ever think about it. they are the absolutely worst thing to have on the planet.
You lucky, lucky thing. 😀
ohh dats so funny incident.. i have super straight hairs..nd i love curls..i olways cursed myselef dat y am nt having those beautiful wavy curls…sigh 🙁
thank god im blessed with straights silky hair and nothin except sunsilk suits me….
Lol yeah, but absolutely true. My uncle, ma and me still laugh about it.
Hehe truthfully speaking I used to really hate my curls, but surprisingly, I love them now.
hahaha….thats a freaky incident lol
lol that was too funny and i am so glad your mom caught you guys in time! and btw, i really like you with your curls!