Sometimes I wish I could go back to the days when the shampoo I used was picked out for me by my mom and I didn’t care two flips about sulfates, ant-frizz, hydrating or smoothing selling points. When simple soap and water would do the trick. Those times, even though I vaguely remember them, are long gone. Now with my Brazilian blowout hair chemistry re-vamp, my I-don’t-know-what-my-real-hair-color-is and my hard-fought battle to cover pesky grays, words like sulfates, parabens, cuticle and hair shaft are all too familiar. Blame it on years in the beauty industry, or the plain fear of holding on to my hair for as long as I…