Truth serum would be wasted on Ron Weber.

The Chicago hairstylist was the king of unvarnished assessments.

There was the time he told a 50-ish matron unready to part with jet black hair: “Time to say good-bye to darkness, my old friend.”

His take on a client with excessive fashion accessories?

“You look like a circus in a phone booth, bitch!”

Mr. Weber used the word as a term of endearment, like when he called former WMAQ-Channel 5 Political Editor Carol Marin after seeing her on the evening news and said “Bitch, you had a piece of hair standing up on TV tonight. Can you not look in the mirror?” Or, when Marin would cook and invite Mr. Weber to join her family for dinner, he casually proclaimed, “Bitch, this needs more salt.”

“He was just the funniest person in the whole world, but h

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