We had a great thing going until you bought our salon. You had to ruin it with your control-freak nature and your inability to understand us artistic girls. Before you bought our salon, we were talented, vivacious, and loving our craft. You destroyed our joy in doing hair. You, with your software millions, your fancy motorcycle, and your "come blow me" $80,000 car, don't have a clue what it takes to work day in and day out shampooing and trimming and coloring clients. Our salon was our safe haven, and you swooped in and bought us and thought you could sell us... as long as you made a profit and made us jump when you snapped. Well, Boy Wonder, it's not that simple. Not all hairdressers are dumb broads. Not all hairdressers are willing to roll over and play dead because you and your money tell us to. So next time I do a blow-out, I won't be thinking of blowing you, as you so hope, but I will be thinking of blowing your business scheme up... because you fucking blow! Take care, asshole, because your salon is soon to cut itself out of existence... chop-chop, bitch!

—Anonymous