After close examination in the grim light of day, I've concluded that my hair was cut with toenail clippers.
I would have been better off telling a barber to trim the sides with a No. 4 blade.
I could pretend that I'm just coming off of chemo. Or maybe I should just tell my friends that I have mange.
Good thing I'm not vain.
05 August, 2009
A Year of Bad Haircuts
I have suffered a tragedy.
A couple months ago, my haircutter disappeared. He either quit or was fired, or perhaps he fell through a hole in the space/time continuum. He's gone.
Not that his haircuts were always perfect. But they were at least always good.
So I've been asking my friends for referrals - and so far I've had two disasters. The first was perpetuated by a guy (straight) who reeked of testosterone. He had long, curly hair held in place by a wide headband - at first I thought it was a wig. But no, it was just left over from 1974. He cut hair like a 1950s barber. It was an awful,boring haircut.
But today's cut was even deeper. I look like I've been eaten by moths.
This person (a woman) and I talked about what I wanted, and then she picked up "texturising shears", or perhaps dog clippers, and had at my head. After the savaging she applied "product" to the remains so that bits would stick up. Maybe she should have sprayed RoundUp instead.
It's only hair. It will grow back. Right?
A couple months ago, my haircutter disappeared. He either quit or was fired, or perhaps he fell through a hole in the space/time continuum. He's gone.
Not that his haircuts were always perfect. But they were at least always good.
So I've been asking my friends for referrals - and so far I've had two disasters. The first was perpetuated by a guy (straight) who reeked of testosterone. He had long, curly hair held in place by a wide headband - at first I thought it was a wig. But no, it was just left over from 1974. He cut hair like a 1950s barber. It was an awful,boring haircut.
But today's cut was even deeper. I look like I've been eaten by moths.
This person (a woman) and I talked about what I wanted, and then she picked up "texturising shears", or perhaps dog clippers, and had at my head. After the savaging she applied "product" to the remains so that bits would stick up. Maybe she should have sprayed RoundUp instead.
It's only hair. It will grow back. Right?
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