Hairdresser on fire

For women are not (judging by my own short experience of the sex) obedient, chaste, scented, and exquisitely apparelled by nature. They can only attain these graces, without which they may enjoy none of the delights of life, by the most tedious discipline. There's the hairdressing,' she thought, 'that alone will take an hour of my morning; there's looking in the looking-glass, another hour; there's changing from silk to lace and from lace to paduasoy; there's being chaste year in year out...'

Virginia Woolf, Orlando