Today I went to Great Clips to get a trim because I thought they would soon get busy with school starting this month. There were only two stylists on duty and one was a man. I don't have a problem with a man stylist. I had just never seen a man stylist in this salon even though they cut men and women's hair.
So the guy, let's call him Sam, comes up to get me. He has a nice haircut so I think I'll be ok. As I sit down I see his diploma. He has a Texas Barber diploma. Is that different than a beauty school diploma I wonder?
My hair only needs a small trim so he could pretty much follow its shape. After I'm wrapped up in my cape, he pulls out the trimmers. Before I can say Whoa, he is mowing my hair in the back.
I think ok, the back can be shortish (I usually have whispies with a fuller bowl above). I let out a sigh of relief when he puts that trimmer down but he reaches for an even smaller trimmer (is there a difference between human and dog trimmers I now wonder?)
By this point, there is no saving my hair so I just relax. The stylist next to us did two hair cuts in the same amount of time it took him to do mine. I decided to be a good sport and not let him know how totally freaked out I was. Hahahaha,
I now know what I would look like as a man - Not Attractive. My hair is so short that I'm thinking it might stand up straight next time I get out of the shower. Oh well, I always wanted to try one of those spikey haircuts.
I'm pretty sure I am going to find a real stylist to use when this grows out. Oh, Lordy.