To the group of protesters who filled our hair school in the Pearl:
Let’s be honest.
You’re the same dorks that didn’t get laid in high school or invited to parties and now, angry at the world, you feel victimized. Starving for vindication that you’ve done something meaningful with your lives and an insatiable hunger for attention, you —out spoken weaklings- found empowerment marching into a school of 99% women where you finally got to flex your muscles!
Does it feel good to disrupt a learning environment? You’re angry over Dosha’s issues so you take it out on the sister company… do you also scream at grocery store cashiers when the produce isn’t up to snuff?
I’d say come in and let me cut your ratted locks, but I saw your filthy socks with sandals and pegged you for “no tippers”.