How is it possible that until last night at 7:30 I did not know about the TV show called Blow Out, where a camera follows beautiful, nasty hairdressers going about their daily business in a Beverly Hills salon called “Jonathan”? How? HOW? They all went to a Botox party together and got their foreheads smoothed! The salon owner told the renegade cutter to show “less ink, more skin.” The assistant didn’t oil the scissors properly!
At 7:45, the TV went to a commercial, telling me, “It’s a Blow Out Marathon!” and I knew my goose was fully cooked and ready for jelly. Hair salon reality tv. It’s like inviting me to your island home to play with your adorable puppies, eat lasagna and hang out with River Phoenix. It’s that impossibly perfect.