So I went back to the ex-hairdresser again this weekend. I printed out the above picture (lifted from AllPosters.com, incidentally) to show him how I wanted it cut and styled. Everything was going so well: the color, the highlights, the cut. What I’m really after is a cut that’s pretty much wash-and-wear; once he’d finished cutting, I had almost exactly what you see above. But what is it with these hair guys that they can’t leave a good thing alone??
I saw him diving into the drawer of Product™ and blurted out, “Oh, can we skip the pomade this time? It makes my hair look greasy.” (He always wants to use this waxy stuff that results in some serious Manga Hair.)
“Oh sure,” he replies, “I just want to do leetle bit mousse, leetle bit spray, make it more texture.”
So he applies the mousse, then proceeds to re-blow dry, style, and spray my hair for another 15 minutes, while I make half-hearted protests. At one point, every hair on my head was aiming skyward. Jean Seberg eventually morphed into an extra from Dynasty. I had to rush home, rinse all of the crap out, and re-style it. Fortunately, my version of “styling” is 30 seconds with a blow dryer while I move the hair into place and scrunch.
The good news is, this is a Really Good Haircut, and I’m able to get it to look the way I want without much effort. So I guess it’s worth putting up with looking like an angry middle-aged hedgehog for the drive home?
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