I Regret Not Telling My Hair Stylist That Her Service Was Poor

One and a half hours late. Came in carelessly eating. Brought her daughter along. Best weave I’ve ever gotten. Worst service I’ve ever experienced. Maybe it the people who were doing my hair looked into something as simple as Salesforce’s definition of good customer service, I may have walked out with a better experience. Even though my hair was nice, I wasn’t happy with the way the staff behaved. When you get your hair done, you want it to be a relaxing experience, but it was far from it for me.

And yet, I said nothing. Nothing to the stylist that I loved to death, but finally had it up to here with in regard to her poor service.

The plan was to speak up after she didn’t attempt to offer a discount for her tardiness. But nothing came out of my mouth. Not because I was afraid of her, I was afraid of criticizing her. Why? Because… she’s Black.

I didn’t want to feel like I wasn’t supporting “one of my own.” Am I the only one who’s ever felt like this?

Since then, though, I’ve wondered if my withheld constructive criticism would have been an opportunity for her to step up her game and possibly build an even bigger and better business like the one she constantly talked about having. Maybe, maybe not.

But I will say this: I felt guilty as hell about feeling upset at her service that morning. I didn’t like the fact that I wanted to tell her something not so positive about my salon experiences (yes, this happened multiple times).

Yet, the real question is: where did this guilt come from?

At any other “non-black” business or service that hasn’t offered acceptable results, l’ve had no problem offering a piece of my mind and have even demanded discounts when I felt the poor service warranted them. But the guilt I felt as I looked at her, knowing that she knew her service was terrible, kept me from doing the one thing that may have actually helped her down the line.

Word of mouth is usually how many businesses grow, especially small businesses. Stylists, especially Black ones, already don’t get the applause they deserve for the impact they have on women in general, but more importantly, women in the Black community. Think about how one of the best feelings in the world is after leaving the salon with your hair freshly slayed. Or, the release we get from having a much-needed conversation with our stylists, who sometimes feel like therapists too. We need our stylists, whether they’re in an upscale salon or inside of a home basement. They matter like hell. But, sometimes the Black salon can be one we walk into with excitement and walk out of with frustration. Not all of them, of course. But in my personal experience, more often than not I’ve found myself pleased with my hair but discouraged to patron again because of the service. And let me tell how scared I am to write this because the last thing I want to do is look down on our people. But something’s gotta give.

From watching customers come in after and leave before you (sometimes due to your stylist over-booking for the extra money) to tardiness, I’ve experienced the worst end of the Black hair salon stick a few times too many.

Of course, there are Black stylists who offer their clients top notch service day in and out all over the world. I can never ignore the Leona Wilsons and Amoy Couture’s of the Black salon world who are constantly raising the hair salon experience bar. Bless them, always.

However, I couldn’t shake the frustration I felt with my former stylist who just couldn’t seem to get it together.

Ironically, her weave was the best one I had gotten thus far. Her work, impeccable. After my visit, it only took a day for compliments to pour in from strangers who also asked for her information. But, I never offered it. And no, I wasn’t hating on her or trying to block her shine. I really want to see all my Brown girls win. But my goodness, I would feel so terrible sending people to a stylist who I knew would have them frustrated even if I never had to see any of them again.

Had her service has been on par, she would have automatically had at least 3 new clients. That may not sound like much, but to a stylist, it means something.

But let’s get back to the guilt that I’m wondering if any other Black women (or women of color) feel when our very owns’ service or business mannerisms aren’t acceptable. I spoke with a friend of mine who assured me I wasn’t crazy and that many of us just don’t want to hurt our #BlackWomenInBusiness. We also don’t want to come off as mean or catty or seem as though our critiques are coming from a please of jealousy. And why do we think that those receiving our criticism may think we’re offering it from these places? Well, because of society and the divide it’s tried to create between women, especially Black women. After my friend broke it down like that, it all made sense to me. The guilt I felt came from the fear of my stylist thinking that I didn’t support her or want her to do well.


I also think I was raised to accept that the reality of visiting the Black hair salon meant you’d pretty much be there all day and that complaining about it now is pointless.

We as a people still joke about this all the damn time and even shut down Twitter with our #BlackSalonProblems meme-a-thon.

But that ish’ isn’t so funny when you’re actually in the salon from 11am until 5pm, hungry and cursing under your breath as you watch every other customer come and go while you’ve been trapped under the dryer forever. Plus, I pay a good amount of money for my salon visits as most of us do. I really want and expect good customer service.

At this point, it’s been a few months since my experience and I can say that I’ve wanted to reach out and politely let her know how I felt from our last appointment. But I’ll be honest, I probably won’t. On one hand, I think its’ just too late and on the other, I still don’t really have it in me. It makes me terribly uncomfortable even thinking about saying something.

I can only hope that one day she’ll pull it together.

I do want to know what you all would do. Leave a comment below if you’ve had a similar experience and share the way you handled it.