A tad bit pissed/upset right now; excuse me while I vent a sec. So I went to dye my hair today, & my hairdresser, a heavy-set guy in his mid-forties, basically told me I can’t live my dreams… all while coloring, cutting, & blow-drying my hair. He asked me a flurry of questions about what college I go to, what major I am, what I wanted to do after I graduate, where i see myself going. And I answered of course, politely (because you can’t exactly ignore your hairdresser while sitting in a chair for 2 hours, for fear that he will mess up your hair), telling him all the little details with the flourishes, basically selling myself to this guy I hardly met who I am PAYING $50+ to color my hair. And he basically shook his head at all of it, telling me it is “a waste of an education” & that “oh well, hey, it’s just $50,000 down the drain.” Journalism & anything in that field won’t get you anywhere, honey. You …