If you really want to make a statement against being a slave to vanity then perhaps it's time to try and grow the metal head look that we talked about in high school. I'm married so I'm in if you're in.
I don't remember this conversation, but I look so goofy right now that I'm not sure I could be more anti-vanity. Which is to say, I'm already there, and now that you're married, feel free to join me.
You certainly don't look like a metalhead, though.
There must be some version for barbering of that saying about the lawyer who represents himself has a fool for a client.
Enjoy your pinhead look. I'm reveling in my extravagant academic hair.
Dude, did you see this shout-out from Yglesias? I thought it might make you feel better about being a pinhead.
I did see it. I'm sure he visits just to read Unf and Bob. And remember, I'm loving being a pinhead.
Who is the man? You, ogged, you are the man.
You too Fontana.
Just embrace the vanity and go get a truly good (and rightfully expensive) cut at a top salon (not a barber. shudder). Seriously.
That's just off my radar, pg. I feel too vain going to a deaf old dude; I'm certainly not going anyplace where they have their own opinion about my hair. There's that Nietzsche bit about how a desire is only ever overcome by other desires, so maybe this is one kind of vanity overcoming another, but going to a salon is just too prissy for my self-image.
Not a barber? There should be more barbers, not fewer. One of the good things about Hyde Park: the barber shop on the corner of 57th and somethingorother, where the haircuts may have been questionable but all the barbers had straight razors, so you dasn't mention it.
FL:
You must be back East. Out here it's "...with a happy ending."
Or so I've heard.
I have to agree with Ogged on this one. Generally speaking, if the place doesn't have one of those red and white striped cylinders beckoning you in for a haircut I won't even consider going to the place. All a place has to do is have the word "salon" in it for me to perfunctorily disregard it as an option. For years my regular barber had a serious drinking problem which made you feel as if you were going to play craps when you went and got a haircut. Nevertheless, I can't imagine the shame of those bad haircuts outweighing the shame of actually paying $50 for a haircut.
D,
Do I take your initial comment to mean that you cared about your hair cut before you got married? Because that would be a pretty funny thing to say.
Your buddy,
Unf
Unf,
If my memory serves me correct, when we were in college if they had a contest to see who most looked like bozo the clown, you would have won it pretty handily. Careful about glass houses.
Your pal,
D
I looked bohemian, my friend. Regardless, records from that era are spotty at best, so who's to say? Need I bring up the glass as well?
Unf,
I didn't know Bozo was a bohemian. BTW, we need to get together. The wife keeps asking me when we're finally gonna get together with you and your better half. Or do I have to get married again thousands of miles away to be graced by your presence?
She's been literally buried in work, you know, so it may be some time. Dead on her feet.
D - I heartily agree. No need to go to Europe to see me again. I'll give you a buzz over the next few days.
Ben - you slay me, you're so funny.
I'm with you on the pointy head.
So bad that beanies gradually slide right up and pop off the top.
And I have fine flyaway hair that made me the only ten yeard old on the school bus with a comb over.
The clippers are a godsend.