All they want is blonds with long hair and sexy clothes
That is what my wife said that her barber told her the other day while she got her hair coiffed. My wife said that shortly after my jaw hit the floor when she walked in from the barber shop and showed me her new hair cut. Don’t get me wrong. I love my wife and didn’t marry her because of her hair, but the best way I can describe her hair cut is that it resembles a reverse mullet. Short in the back and long in the front. How her barber would think that this looked good on her is besides me. Besides, if she said that men only like blondes with long hair, why would she chop her hair? You may ask why my wife goes to a barber. She doesn't, but when I saw her hair cut it reminded me of what my old barber used to do to me.
Before I started shaving my head I used to go to Pete the barber. When I walked into the barber shop he would greet me in Italian and I would respond to him. He would say that it’s been such a long time since he saw me and ask how I would like to get my hair cut. As I sat down on the barber chair, I would tell him that I liked my hair cut just like so and so, but in the middle of my sentence, he would start the sheers and start pruning. He would take a swipe on the right and then on the left and within a few minutes he was done. He would then spend a few moments shaving my neck and face. He would then hand me a cracked hand mirror and ask how I liked it as he would clean up the hair around the chair. I would look at it and say that it looked just like the last time and hand him $10 for the cut… $6 for the haircut and $4 for a tip. He would say to me not to be such a stranger and come back soon.
Why do men go to barber shops and not hair salons?
The answer is pretty simple if you’re a man… men tend to be creatures of habit, and barber shops are where my father used to take me and his father used to take him. As a young adult I thought to myself that I would buck the trend so I started to go to a “saloon”. I chose my hair stylist shearly on looks alone. She was this tall leggy brunette with long wavy hair. She was a few years older then me and when she greeted me she would give me a hug. For an 18 year old that is pretty much all we need.
She would hand me off to a stylist in training that would wash my hair and massage my scalp and face. I guess if the term existed back then they would have called me a metro sexual. After the massage and hair wash, she would walk me over to my stylist who would ask how I would like to get my hair cut and “styled”. She would spend about a half an hour cutting my hair and styling it. She would use sprays and gels to get my hair to look just as she thought it should. After about an hour in the chair she was finished and would hand me a mirror. I would tell her that I liked what she did and then I was turned over to the cashier. The experience would cost me something like $50 dollars with all the tips.
As I got older so did she and after ten years or so she lost some of her leggyness and I decided that with the loss of my hair it just didn't make financial or reasonable sence to keep going to her styling saloon. And that is when I went back to Pete and he remembered me just like it was yesterday. He asked how my dad was and how I wanted my hair cut as he picked up the electronic hair clipper....
Before I started shaving my head I used to go to Pete the barber. When I walked into the barber shop he would greet me in Italian and I would respond to him. He would say that it’s been such a long time since he saw me and ask how I would like to get my hair cut. As I sat down on the barber chair, I would tell him that I liked my hair cut just like so and so, but in the middle of my sentence, he would start the sheers and start pruning. He would take a swipe on the right and then on the left and within a few minutes he was done. He would then spend a few moments shaving my neck and face. He would then hand me a cracked hand mirror and ask how I liked it as he would clean up the hair around the chair. I would look at it and say that it looked just like the last time and hand him $10 for the cut… $6 for the haircut and $4 for a tip. He would say to me not to be such a stranger and come back soon.
Why do men go to barber shops and not hair salons?
The answer is pretty simple if you’re a man… men tend to be creatures of habit, and barber shops are where my father used to take me and his father used to take him. As a young adult I thought to myself that I would buck the trend so I started to go to a “saloon”. I chose my hair stylist shearly on looks alone. She was this tall leggy brunette with long wavy hair. She was a few years older then me and when she greeted me she would give me a hug. For an 18 year old that is pretty much all we need.
She would hand me off to a stylist in training that would wash my hair and massage my scalp and face. I guess if the term existed back then they would have called me a metro sexual. After the massage and hair wash, she would walk me over to my stylist who would ask how I would like to get my hair cut and “styled”. She would spend about a half an hour cutting my hair and styling it. She would use sprays and gels to get my hair to look just as she thought it should. After about an hour in the chair she was finished and would hand me a mirror. I would tell her that I liked what she did and then I was turned over to the cashier. The experience would cost me something like $50 dollars with all the tips.
As I got older so did she and after ten years or so she lost some of her leggyness and I decided that with the loss of my hair it just didn't make financial or reasonable sence to keep going to her styling saloon. And that is when I went back to Pete and he remembered me just like it was yesterday. He asked how my dad was and how I wanted my hair cut as he picked up the electronic hair clipper....
posted by Fe Man at 5:27 PM
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Good post, Enzo
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