Monday, December 15, 2008
Getting Something Out of Nothing
A friend of mine wrote a blog post today about the frustrations of haircuts and it got me thinking (about haircuts).
After 2-3 hours of thought, I realized that while haircuts can be frustrating, they can also provide an opportunity for a little fun.
I know, I know. What do you know about haircuts? You don’t have any hair.
Well guess what… It wasn’t always that way. I used to have hair and I’m trying desperately to grow it back. So stop hating.
Besides, I have plenty of friends who’ve gotten haircuts before.
And in my experience, girls and guys have very different views of/responses to haircuts.
Lets start with responses why don't we...
You want views first? Really? Are you sure?
I’m telling you, responses would make a better intro…
Fine. If you insist...
Views of a haircut:
When a girl gets a haircut, it’s not just a haircut. It’s an event. It’s an experience.
She plans it months (maybe even years) in advance and when the day arrives, she wakes up early, gets dressed up and puts on makeup.
She even does her hair.
Which makes no sense.
I asked a friend of mine last week why she was fixing up her hair to go to the barbershop (or is it salon?).
She began explaining something about how “it’s like cleaning your house for the cleaning lady but with hair.”
I don’t get that either so I just nodded slowly and let it slide.
For guys, a haircut is a haircut.
Here's how it goes:
One day, a guy looks himself in the mirror and says, “Man, I need a haircut.”
Then, he walks over to the closest barber, sits down and gets his hair cut.
End of story.
You ready for responses now? You ready?
Responses to a haircut:
A girl never gets a good haircut. The hairdresser/stylist/designer always cuts it too short.
Does this sound familiar?
“I told her to take off two inches! Two! And she went on a cutting frenzy! I didn’t even have a choice. She just put the scissors to my hair and then chopped it all off!”
I thought it might.
When she gets back though, everyone who sees her had better recognize that she got a haircut the right way or they’re in trouble.
Allow me to illustrate three settings where I did NOT recognize a girl’s haircut the right way:
Girl friend 1 (note the space) got two inches of her hair trimmed off but I didn’t realize because her hair was 14 inches long before and a two-inch difference wasn’t enough to recognize.
I spent the next two hours trying to figure out why she was treating me like I killed her cat.
Finally, when she went to the bathroom, her friend asked me,
"Why haven't you said anything about her haircut...?"
And it all made sense.
I mumbled something about how “I thought she looked especially good today but couldn’t figure out what it was” and though I don’t think she believed me, at least I had some kind of excuse.
I immediately realized that G F 2 had gotten a haircut because, as she would later complain, the hairdresser cut off way too much.
I was so caught off guard by her hair’s lack of length that I panicked and asked, “Did you get your haircut?” She bitterly responded, “Does it look like I got my haircut?”
We then sat in silence while I tried to think of an excuse to leave.
After five minutes, I blurted out something about needing to change my tire and ran out the door crying.
Me: “Did you get your haircut today?”
G F 3: “No”
Guys don’t ever get good haircuts either. But they also don’t get bad ones.
That’s because for guys, a haircut is just not that big of a deal.
And as a result, most guys don’t care if someone does or doesn’t notice a recent haircut.
But that’s most guys.
I care a lot.
In fact, my goal when I get a haircut is for nobody to know that I got a haircut.
Let me rewind real quick:
Until this year, in college I’ve been buzzing my head. It’s cheaper, easier and makes it harder for people to tell that I have a rapidly receding hairline.
This year however, I decided it was time to grow my hair out again and as a result, I’ve had to go back to the barbershop.
When I go to the barber, I intentionally do NOT tell anyone.
In fact, I usually make it a point to tell a bunch of people that I’m doing something other than getting a haircut.
Why? You ask...
Because I play a little game whenever I get my haircut.
It’s called, Wow, I really thought he got his hair cut. I guess I was wrong. It usually works something like this:
I get my haircut without telling anyone. I get almost nothing cut off, just enough to clean things up a bit. I see a friend of mine and we begin talking…
Friend: “Hey man.”
(Idle conversation goes on for a few minutes…)
Friend: “Did you get your hair cut?”
Me: “No… Why?”
Friend: “I don’t know, something just looks different…”
Me: “Really? Yeah, no haircut for me.”
Friend: “…are you sure?”
Me: “Uh...yeah. I think I’d know if I got my hair cut...”
Friend: “I guess so... Oh well.”
(The conversation goes on for a while. We go our separate ways. Later on, Friend runs into Another Friend.)
Friend: “Hey man.”
Another Friend: “Hey…”
(More conversation, blah blah blah…)
Friend: “Did Pomer get his haircut?”
Another Friend: “I think he went to refill the ink cartridges in his printer but I don’t know anything about a haircut.”
Friend: “Wow, I really thought he got his hair cut. I guess I was wrong.”
(Pomer – 1, Friend – 0)