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Monday, August 31, 2015

New-found appreciation for the straight man

Today Andy and I walked up the hill to Great Clips to get our ears lowered. No appointments. Just a couple of walk-ins looking for a budget cut.

Naturally, I was nervous. This bowl is my identity/personality substitute. What would I be without this iconic hairstyle that I hang my new hat from Target on? But alas, I needed a cut bad. I was willing to risk it.

Image via Wikimedia Commons

To my horror, the worst-case scenario happened. There to greet me, scissors in hand, was a STRAIGHT MAN. He didn't want to chat about 'my look', or what style I was going for. I tried to explain, but before I knew it he was hacking away, having barely bothered to spritz my hair with a spray bottle.

Despite my misgivings, the guy seemed to know what he was doing. After about 7 minutes, I had a solid, 7 out of 10 bowl cut and was—get this—just $20 lighter (including tip).

Let this be a reminder to us all that, for as much grief as we give them, straight men do have value in society. They can indeed be creative, many have fine motor skills, and I actually think a good amount are capable of multi-tasking.

So, on this Monday evening, let's raise a toast to the straight men in our lives who deserve more than being the butt of the joke in 'smug mom' commercials on TV. After all, Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, Jesus, David Beckham—all straight men!

Yours truly,

Nargaret

P.S. An extra thanks goes to Andy Williamson who typed this post out while I dictated it. I am under the weather and incapable of staring at a computer screen. Thanks, Andy.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

What it's like to have a bowl cut

Last week at the pub Andy interrupted me mid-sentence with a loud guffaw. He had spotted something hilarious happening behind me.

"What?! What is it?"

"That guy over there is taking the mickey out of your bowl cut."

"Oh noooooo. Should I look?"

"No. Don't look," he cries laughing.

"WHAT IS HE DOING?"

"He's pointing at you and doing this—" He takes his pointer finger and twirls it around his head in a perfect circle.

"Typical."

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Image by AudunLG via Wikimedia Commons

When you have a bowl cut, you learn to own it. Questioning it is not an option (think about the bloody grow-out).

You've made your bowl, and now you have to lie in it. Sleep in it. Eat in it. Walk in it. Talk in it.

Other things you have to accept:

People in the UK might call it a basin cut. I think this is terrible. I really prefer 'bowl cut'. But C'est la vie.

You have the same hair as Angela Merkel.

You have the same hair as Simple Jack.

If you sleep on wet hair, you wake up looking like the guy from Sum41. Deryck Whibley. Remember when Avril was married to him?

Often, you look very middle aged. There's really no way around it. Although today I got carded for buying glue, so maybe I've still got it.

But there's a massive upside.

You are UNIQUE. My number one goal in life.

It's an attention-grabber. And boy do I love attention! For me, it's up there with food, water and shelter.

You don't have to worry that you're slowly causing your hairline to recede by wearing too many ponytails.

Ponytails! That reminds me! You don't have to search high and low for the one hairband you've somehow managed to cling on to for the past three months.

It's easy. You don't have any options other than just letting it sit there and be a bowl cut.

My hands are so dry I want to cry.

Tootski,

Margaret

Monday, June 3, 2013

Hair's to ya!

It's not often that a grown woman walks into a hair salon and asks for a bowl cut, but this morning, that's what happened.

Call it boredom or a quarter life crisis, but for some reason I had the urge to cut my hair SHORT. I was inspired by this photo of my mom and my sister Anna, as well as the haircut I had when I was a kid.