University >>> Dental Hygiene > Hair School

That is the most left brained title I have ever posted. Wow.

So you're probably wondering what it all means.

Let's cross over to my right brained monologue where I won't scare you with anything related to pythagorean theorems, or anything like unto that nature...blech...

Among other perturbing things, Provo culture is chalk full of Hair School (Paul Mitchell, Bon Losee, Dallas Roberts...they keep popping out like babies at the Provo Hospital) and Dental Hygiene 'students' who justify their 'schooling' as "an education."

These 'stylists/hygienists' could have done the aforementioned programs ANYWHERE else in the United States, but slyly and strategically chose PROVO for the plethora of fresh RMs, so confused about how to act around girls, on whom to pounce to check off another box on their celestial kingdom list.

And we girls that attend BYU (or dare I mention in the same sentence, UVU), are forced to "compete" with these simple minded airheads,

when. there. should. be. no. competition. at all.

I digress, it's not a 'competition,' it's just the fact that when someone has hours upon hours of the day to be available to a guy and you're spending that time plugging away at homework, well, then that's not equality now, is it.

But again, the plethora of RMs utterly confused about how to act around girls as they've had to be completely completely celibate for the past 2 years (like, no hugging of the opposite sex; handshakes only) doesn't help.

And then, when 5 years down the road and these boys' maturity level finally kicks in, they go through an identity crisis realizing they're waking up every morning with a girl who does not how to turn on an oven or pay a bill (true stories).

But man, can their wives do a good perm and teeth cleaning.

I'll give the stylists and hygienists credit. I am not cavity-free, and still have yet to gain the patience to properly use a blow drier.
(my way: flip the head over, blow-dry the crap out of it, then flip myself rightside up, smooth down ensuing frightfully poofy hair with biosilk and flatiron a little).

But again, it sickens me that I'm even have reason to be concerned about this. Not that I am directly worried, (because someone who is interested in a Paul Mitchell alumna is not going to be interested in me), but I thought Provo, UT, was a place full of boys and girls who would all be so excited about each other's ambitions, goals, hopes and dreams.

I didn't realize there are these interceding cockroaches that enter the equation and mess it up for the rest of us, redefining the definition of female 'accessibility' and 'easiness'...not to mention the standard of 'intelligence.'

And that's a problem.

This is one of the many reasons I'm very eager to leave Provo-- these boys here just can't discern a quality girl if it hit them in the head or invited them to a Coldplay concert because we have an extra ticket.

They're just too interested in one that is easy, accessible, and always available, and ambition-less so they can feel really great about themselves as the smarter one in their marriage completing their 3 remaining years of post-mission schooling and having to take on a part-time job because their wife gets pregnant because she's bored (see the Seriously, So Blessed! blog).

Well, I'd surely be bored if all I did all day was look at teeth and hair.