Eccentric Flower:199807/the great hair crisis

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twenty july ninety eight one a m

the great hair crisis

This is a little late due to more lovely Sunday server failures at my ISP, but history will one day duly recall that this was the weekend of the Hair Crisis.

Here I have to mess with the gender envelope yet again. Forgive me. Men are not permitted to have hair crises. Unless they're gay. It's perceived as a prissy thing, I suppose, or goes back to that whole ethic about how men are not supposed to admit to caring in the slightest about how they look - even though of course they do.

On Saturday I got a Bad Haircut, and it was my own fault entirely. As I've noted before, I have a very hard time with hairstylists. (I still prefer "barbers"; to me "hairstylists" style hair, whereas "barbers" cut it ... but never mind that.)

I never know what to say to these people. I don't speak the language and I don't know how to tell them what I want. On Saturday I actually tried to tell someone what I want and it was disastrous.

What I really wanted was to say: "Look: I am only here because my hair is starting to get in my eyes and puff out on the sides of my head because it's very curly and it does that. I want to fix those two problems while still remaining a person with long hair."

What I got was very short on the sides, a short curly dome on the top, and a long fan of curls descending on both sides of the back of my neck in the rear. I looked like Billy Ray Cyrus.

Did I refuse to tip, state my grievance, and leave in a huff? Of course not! He did exactly what I asked for. I paid, didn't say anything, and went home and nearly cried into my pillow. Oh, God, it was horrible. Now I will never want to go back to that place again.

On Sunday I went to another place and had it salvaged by cutting the long hair in back off, and the sides and top have been trimmed even shorter. I now look like a skinny Marine, but it's better than looking like I should be wearing a Motorhead T-shirt.

Of course, none of this comes anywhere near what I really want my hair to look like, which is feminine. I just can't muster up the audacity to go into a hair place and say "I don't want my long hair to look like boy long hair. I want girl long hair. I want it to look good long without my having to tie it back. When I tie it back I look like every other long-haired hacker geek that I work with. I want something pretty."

It ain't gonna happen.



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