By Missouri Grier, November 10, 2011 — I had a job at a beauty shop where my sister used to get her hair dressed. My father did not like girls and ladies getting their hair cut. In his world, only men did that. My sister got hers cut and he was very angry but said that she was a grown-up. She suggested it was time I started to take an interest in how I should look as a teenager so she started taking me there to get my hair done. This went on for a year. One day she said, “Are you going to get your hair done today?” She gave me money to get it done but did not say anything about cutting. I lied and told the hairdresser that my sister said that I could get my hair cut. I sat at the dinner table with a triangle on my head from Monday to Friday. My father looked at me and wanted to know why I kept my head covered, reached over and took the hair net asking “Where is your hair?” Answer: Upstairs. “Why is your hair up there?” I got it cut. He was so mad. He said, “I will never buy you any more hats.” At 14 years, who cared? Mother said, “Let it alone, it will grow back.”