May 26, 2004

Barbers and Interpretations

My dad cut hair for the community. He was the guy you went to when you needed a haircut. That's what I remember when I was 4 or 5 years old.
As time passed, my dad stopped cutting everyone's hair because a lot of his friends were pretty much dying, to put it bluntly.

Anyways, my dad cut my hair for the first time back then. I remember crying. At least I think I remember crying, my mom said that I cried. Apparently, I thought it was a very bad hair cut.

I don't know if it was the process of getting the haircut, or the actual haircut style that made me cry. But for the sake of this entry, let's say it was because of the style. Currently, I have to get a haircut about once a month because my hair grows out real fast. And the tradition of bad hair cuts follows me everywhere.

When we first moved to West Sac, I found a barber shop that was pretty laid back. The majority of the barbers were hispanic, and I consider that a plus. Not that I have anything against the caucasian barber, it's just that, based on experience, they have a tough time cutting my Pacific Islander hair because of it's unruly nature. And even though we've moved to Elk Grove, which is about 20-25 minutes away from West Sac, I still go to this same barbershop for my monthly haircut.

The funny thing is, although I go to the same barber shop, I don't necessarily stick with the same barber. I'd say about 6 different guys have cut my hair there, but each one has cut my hair at least 3 times each. I tried sticking to the same guy, but sometimes he had the day off when I showed up. Not that it would help. Each time a barber asks me how I would like my haircut, my response is: "Use a number one on the sides, blend it in real close, short enough on top so it doesn't stick up." And each time it gets cut, it's different. Even if the guy has already cut my hair 5 times. According to Michelle's reaction when I get home from the barber, I think 9 out of every 10 haircuts are bad.

On Monday, I showed up at the house with my brand new haircut. Michelle said "it's a mohawk." I don't think it's a mohawk, but some people may interpret it as such.

I mentioned something about how when Embry grows up, I'll be taking him to the barber. And then I mentioned how Embry will be showing up with "bad" haircuts as I do.

That's when Michelle took the initiative of cutting Embry's hair on her own when he gets older. I can't say just yet if it will be worth the $12 we'll save for each haircut, but I can't wait for Embry's reaction after that first haircut. I think he's gonna cry his little head off...

Posted by cat at May 26, 2004 02:25 PM