Hair

Someday I need to find a barber who doesn’t interpret the phrase “Leave it kind of long on top” to mean “break out the razor clippers, baby!” I’ve been going to Man’s World because they are taciturn and gruff, and don’t try to force me into awkward conversation about sports of which I am completely ignorant — a rare and valuable feature in a barber. Also because most styling places make me feel like an unwelcome visitor to Girly-girl World. But today I watched three guys with completely different hair sit down, give the barber different instructions, and all stand up with identical razor-clip buzzcuts. So I think I’m done with them.