Ultimately, who do you think should be more embarrassed when you randomly bump into each other while perusing the goods at Target late on a Tuesday night....you or your hairdresser?
Your hairdresser because oh-my-God I would never admit that I style that chick's hair, because just look at it???
Or you, because instead of washing? or styling? you choose to pile up your greasy frizzy rat's nest in a clip on the top of your head, thus somewhat negating the 2 hours of cutting, styling and straightening that said hairdresser performs (approximately) every 8 weeks.
Talk amongst yourselves.