The hair crisis of 2009

Hey, Mandy! How are you? Good. Now, I’m going to ask you to do something and you’re going to think it’s weird, but I really think you need to do it. OK?

When the phone call begins like that, there’s no telling what’s going to come next. And if you’re a journalism student, just know. . . . they never taught you how to deal with this in J-school. It wasn’t even talked about. Not once.

That phone call came this afternoon, just moments before I was preparing to leave. It was from the director of another department and when she said those initial words, I began wracking my brain for whatvr I’d done to make that particular department angry with me.

But, alas, it wasn’t me. Apparently she’d gotten a call from a former hairdresser who had the upcoming model for the cover of the magazine I edit in his chair. Apparently, said model had longish hair (it’s a guy) and had somehow been led to believe that he needed to cut it all off to be on the cover.

Since we have no qualms about long hair on guys, I was a little flumoxed. I made a quick call to the graphic designer, discovered that most of the problem was a complete misunderstanding. But I did have to call the salon, talk to the stylist, and inform him in no uncertain terms not to lop off all the guy’s hair.

I never thought that I’d be having to deal with a crisis involving the length of the model’s hair. It just seems . . . so . . . ridiculous. So non-important. Such a mountain out of a mole hill.  But the crisis was seemingly averted, the model still has his curls, and everyone is happy. I think! 🙂