Recently at a wedding, I was speaking with a woman I did not know. She was telling me that her daughter had just started her career as a hair stylist. (I think that is currently the politically correct moniker.) It used to be beauty parlor. What was wrong with that by the way? Who doesn’t want to be made beautiful? And, since when did the word parlor lose favor. Oh well, later. The woman said to me, “I can hardly stand to touch anyone and here she is with her hands on strangers all day.” Huh? Who would you rather befriend? Are you a toucher? Do you hold your friend’s hand (same sex) when you walk down the street? Do you really hug your family and friends or is it just one of those ‘move in’ and ‘pat pat’ hugs. Now don’t be too quick to answer. But do answer. Touching is one of my favorite subjects and I promise to keep the subject going for awhile.
(Photo by Jill Greenseth at http://www.flickr.com/photos/blah_oh_well/; license details there.)