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Most millennial women remember the shame of visiting the hairdresser in the 2010s only to have them squint and tut over whichever subpar conditioner was smothering our hair in silicones, or shampoo waging an aggressive war on our cuticles. These diatribes against trichological irresponsibility were usually followed by a three-figure prescription of whatever luxury salon range was stocked on their shelves, which we’d shamefacedly hand over our savings for in the hope of ending…
