I’m not going to start a retrospective on the tenth anniversary of this site — hold your applause — but as I was looking back at some early posts I found one that is timely to revisit.
Most everything I said in Hair and Back Again remains true.
In fact, I still have not had a salon haircut since.
And I sure as hell have never entered another barbershop.
I have cut my hair a few times, though. Literally. With my owns hands. Holding scissors, of course.
I’ve never gotten over my severe aversion to having another person hovering around my head with sharp or buzzing objects, so these days I handle that stuff myself.
Mind you, when I say handle, I am referring only to a roughly semi-annual trim.
I’ve been fortunate over the past few years to not feel — or be much better at ignoring — social pressure to keep my hair in any sort of “neat” way, so my default look has been long and unruly.
Now, alas, the day draws near when change must come.
I may be able to ignore mainstream hair norms, but I cannot ignore nature.
My hairline, always high, is creeping upward. My thickness, ever on the thin side, is diminishing.
I long ago decided I wouldn’t keep a sparse mane or, worse, be a guy with a ponytail in back and nothing up top. And while I yet have time before those coiffures could come to pass, I’d much rather get ahead of the game.
Cuts are coming. Maybe colors, too. Might as well have some fun with it while there’s fun to be had.