Yesterday I had my second scalping in recent memory by a male hairdresser. I am going to publicly vow here never to have my hair cut my a man again, barring when I am deliberately having it all cut off.
Both have given me great haircuts, but both could not resist cutting it really short, much shorter than I asked for. Maybe its because my hair is so straight they can do these incredibly meticulous, precise cuts. Maybe they don't realise the emotional attachment women (or just I?) have to their (my?) hair. Whatever, the end is nigh for male hairdressers in my life.
EDIT Actually that great haircuts claim was a lie. The first short one was possibly my worst haircut since childhood. It was infact the SAME one I had in childhood, only more Shoreditch. Hideous.
EDIT 2 I started loving my haircut about a day after I wrote that. Now its grown out and I'm all sad. Especially because the hairdresser in question has run away to Australia.
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