You know, watching Chelsea swap out players like I swap out old shampoo bottles—it gives me the same headache. In my parlour, I've seen that no matter how fancy the new stylist's scissors are, if they haven't learned to work with the hair that's already on the head, the bride's coronation messes up. I'd rather trust the girl who's been washing towels for two years and knows the client's real texture than the shiny new diploma from London. All this churn feels like buying a whole new salon every six months instead of fixing the door that's sticking.