why plinko is the path of least resistance

it occurred to me the other day that there is a whole segment of the consumer economy for which i have ZERO reference point: stuff ladies buy. for instance, take a standard manicure. i am confident that a manicure costs less than $100 and more than $1 based on the manicuring purchasing habits of the ladies i know. where the actual price falls in between those numbers is just a complete fucking mystery.

this probably all stems from childhood haircuts. (bear with me). before we discovered that my brother is actually a pretty good barber - especially for someone who frequently flips his underwear inside-out to get a second use before washing is necessary - supercuts/fantastic sam's/great clips was the way to go. a standard male haircut will run you around twelve to fifteen bucks before tip.

but my sister never EVER went to supercuts - she always got the salon treatment, where you have a specific stylist who knows you and has worked with you before. as best i recall, that cost like forty or fifty bucks. as an idiot child, however, i was easily convinced that the price difference was more than accounted for when you factored in that my brother and i got haircuts nearly monthly, while leah only got maybe 4 or 5 a year.

that logic is total bullshit. as far as i know, female hair doesn't grow slower than male hair. WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME, MOM??

but i digress. the point is, i think women are secretly keeping this segment of the economy secret so daughters can totally defraud their fathers. that way, high school leah can say "hey dad, i need some money to get my eyebrows done for the fish fry this saturday." dad asks her how much she needs. high school leah says "$200" and gets it. because what is dad supposed to do? it'd be like if i was in charge of doling out money to NASA for space shuttle fuel. i don't have the first clue what that shit costs.

this is all to say - i'm on to your tricks, women.