I worked for Sylvie and while her and her co-worker Diane were so sweet with me, they, particularly Sylvie were horribly oppressive about the fact that I am gay. There was an intended premeditated plan to "convert and save" me, each day there were stories about how Sylvie was like me, spiritual, understood chakras and energy manipulation and so on but that there was something missing in her life. I was and still am open minded and so when I was invited to go to their mormon church, I accepted the offer respectfully.
I felt that it was probably no coincidence that the sermon that day was about the town of Sodom and how being gay was a disgrace to god, on the way home, Diane explained to me that she loved her brother but that he had AIDS and died for his "sin".
My girlfriend and I had made plans to become pregnant and when I did and then miscarried these words spun in my head that maybe, if there was a god, what if he took my baby because of my "sin" too. The months following I broke up with my gf, because of tension that we faced due to our loss but later forced myself into a heterosexual relationship to where I found out the man I had already been seeing for months was abusing drugs, had Hep C (which I only found out about after I left) and didn't have much care for women. Long story short, I left that relationship on the ledge of my own life.
These women had customers who would come in that she would book with me so that they could tell me stories about themselves that related to me (subjects fed to the customer by the shop owner, Sylvie) to get into my head. The customers associated godly meaning to my tattoos, showed me their and so on. I know it sounds like paranoia but I had overheard her say to a customer, "We almost have her, she said she'd come to church this Sunday" while eyeing me while I was sweeping.
The entire process was so subtle, gentle and unforced. The character of these women is sweet and trustworthy. It wasn't until I got out of that whole situation that I realized what had happened. I believe that from the moment I entered the shop with my brightly colored hair, tattoos and piercing I was stereotyped as a person who needed to be saved. I was well raised by my grandparents and my mother, I now have a University degree, I travel internationally, I'm in the process of writing a book and am overall happy. I didn't then nor now need to be saved.
That being said Sylvie, you ruined my innocence. I struggled so much less before I met you. I have days where I am paralyzed thinking about what I went through to try to be straight for your god. How your church and you have gotten away doing far more damage to human beings that you could ever make up for in good.
The quality of her work is fine, sure, maybe this review may not be helpful in regards to the quality of hair services but do your soul a favor. If you have a gay friend or relative, if you've know a person who has been judged or misperceived and has suffered consequences like anxiety, becoming suicidal and having depression, please in support of them, do not pay people like this to continue hurting people.