I am not exactly a fashion or style icon. I own about 60 t-shirts, only four which have been purchased since 2011. I cut my toenails with scissors and my fingernails with my teeth. You get the point. Yet for some reason, when I get my haircut, it’s a spinning wheel of possibilities for the hairdresser.
My hair is thick (not as much in certain spots anymore) and gets curly when it gets long. This is advantageous for me, as my method of styling it is to let it air dry after I shower. Yesterday’s haircut wasn’t bad except that she kept talking with her hands, which was somewhat terrifying. I tipped her well, however, because unlike most, she didn’t decide to gel up my hair into a faux hawk or try and make me look like an angry lesbian by blow drying the front into a puff ball.
I have a very simple rule in haircuts, make it look like this (I point at my head), but shorter. Do this, and be tipped well. Beyond that, have fun and God bless. Oh, and to the lady that gave me a perm when I was nine at the Colony Square Mall in 1988, I will find you someday, and you will know my pain.