I’ve really been wanting to write a post about our search for a new church that will fit us well for exactly 8 months, but I just haven’t been able to pull it together. Instead I have this site: The Art of Manliness, hailing from my native Tulsa, and which has among its wares this lovely article on Why Every Man Should Go to a Barber Shop.
It’s very persuasive, except for the part where his experience has been almost exactly the opposite of mine. It seems like every barber I ever went to was a moron when it came to cutting my hair. “A barber is trained to cut with clippers,” Brett and Kate McKay say, which is true enough, and explains why none of them seem to know which end to use with a pair of scissors.
My experience was that a barber knows one haircut and applies it universally. I’d go in, tell the guy that my hair does this and that thing and needs to be compensated for, and every time I’d come out looking like alfalfa with a mohawk.
On the other hand, now I’m humming a different tune. Continue reading “Backside of an Angry Squirrel”