I get that my hairdressing establishment - like so many hairdressing establishments, and when did this start as a Thing - is named punningly - "Crowned" (and for anyone looking for a Pasadena recommendation, I very much recommend it). But there are crowns, everywhere. And coming from the land that has the woman whom my father resolutely calls Betty Windsor on the throne, I have a strange relationship to this - part seeing it all as some kind of princess-queen-for-the-day-blow-dried-hair-fantasy-land; part TV show (hmmm: couldn't Elisabeth Moss have won last night?); part, well, The Monarchy...
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