talking to your barber/hairdresser - c or d?

though lately i've been going to, i dunno how to put it, but it's sort of a punk-rock hair place. i mean, not really, because they cut normal people's hair. but it's owned and run by a bunch of young people who have decorated the place in this charming bric-a-brac sort of way and the attitude there is really comfortable. it's basically no-bullshit. there isn't that weird "you're serving me, i'm paying you" politesse that makes me uncomfortable at other places (or almost any time i'm buying anything). sort of like a neighborhood barber shop in that way, except i talk with the haircut girl about johnny cash and the decembrists and stuff.

However, somehow in every visit, he brings up the absolute worst tragedies. How he's got pictures of the Murrah Building. What he had for breakfast on September 11, 2001. Then it's back to the fishing tales.

Framed on the wall is a newspaper with the headline TITANIC SINKS! I keep going because I'm morbidly curious about what he's going to bring up next, and because haircuts are only $8.

but the last time i went to [generic hair emporium] i had had an unsatisfying haircut the time before, and was then concerned to get it fixed. so i tried to explain how i wanted it fixed. but the [generic hair emporium employee] was sullen and unhelpful and waited until she had finished to start insulting the results; then when i asked if she could fix it - slightly anxiously, i thought, looking for HELP - she became bitter, complaining the whole rest of the time that i was getting two haircuts for the price of one and that i had better not do this to my next [generic hair emporium employee].

fucking hell barber and I just had awkward weather convo and he gave me an ever-so-slight mullet as well |:^\

My hairdresser's great! We're totally comfortable with each other and always find something to talk about. [shrug]

My barber runs the Haight St. Fair every year and he is absolutely the best source of neighborhood gossip.

i'm more just pissed about the mullet tbh

lol nice mullet, mullethead

but it is ever-so-slight Lings
just a little bit was left behind on the back.

so just have someone buzz it

i lov talking to my hairdresser

I don't have enough hair to talk to my hairdresser. :(

I managed this for the first time like two months ago! It was great!

Today my barber told me that Bill W of AA and L Ron Hubbard had the same mentor.

I love the dude. I tipped him more than the haircut.

the thing that's actually really important is talk to your hairdresser/barber ABOUT YOUR HAIRCUT. like, if you just sit there and say nothing, what do u expect? but also my hairdresser's just the best, like i've never had a better hairdresser. sometimes it really freaks me out, how good she is.

I've stopped getting my hair cut until I can find a new place. The place I was going, the stylists would only talk to each other (meanly, like jr. high jokey nastiness) and it was frightening to have those sharp scissors snipping away while they got all riled up and bitchy with each other. You're lucky to have found a great hairdresser - did you just happen on to her, or was she recommended?

I really like the haircut at the place I go but I find conversation sort of difficult. Two diff people cut my hair and one is a Japanese girl with not great English. That sounds ominous I know but she's really good.

The other girl I chat to a little, she's australian, incredibly beautiful, but the vibe of the place is quite mega hipster.

That's partly intimidating, a little bit, but also I don't tend to find too much common ground when I do chat.

I have no idea about how I want my hair to be cut. talking to my barber about what I want my hair to look like is even more frightening than the idea of talking to him in the first place.

i told her "SHORT!" and that was it. more didn't need to be said. she understood and started cutting.

You live dangerously, Nath.

i just read a book

i lucked into my stylist but i love her. we are friends on facebook now.

My hairdresser and I talk about cooking, restaurants, food, music, celebrities, travel, cities, art, hair, bangs, highlights, dye jobs, and which is more desirable: a Mia Farrow haircut or a Mary Stuart Masterson haircut.

got my hair trimmed today; i get the feeling my hairdresser would like to be talkier but she doesn't push it. i think i feel so vulnerable when someone is cutting my hair i can't bring myself to run my mouth the way i usually do.

also! hairdressers, when they're initiating the small talk always ask me if i have big plans the same day, because i guess people often get their hair done on the day of an event of some kind. but i never do; i get my hair cut when it's the last straw and it's driving me so crazy i'm about to take the scissors to it myself but i know that's a bad idea so i get it cut. then i feel like my hairdresser pities me for having no plans and it inhibits further conversation.

i think my hairdresser pities me for having no plans and that is why she wants to be my friend now!

I went to the same barber for a long time, he was an old guy, and then the 2008 presidential primary happened . We never talked politics, only sports, I made sure of that. Only one day a another guy comes in and sits down and they start talking while I'm getting my hair cut.

barber: I'm voting for Hillary, you just can't vote for a Republican after Bush.
guy: yup
barber: and I'm not voting for a n***er

huh. mine is nice; maybe i should befriend her? this would maybe be easier if i were on facebook.

xp wow brownie :(

so dud

I've stopped getting my hair cut until I can find a new place. The place I was going, the stylists would only talk to each other (meanly, like jr. high jokey nastiness) and it was frightening to have those sharp scissors snipping away while they got all riled up and bitchy with each other. You're lucky to have found a great hairdresser - did you just happen on to her, or was she recommended?

― Jaq, Tuesday, 2 February 2010 05:36 (Yesterday)

i just happened on to her!