I’ve chickened out the last few times at the barber, when it came time to ask them to give me a mullet. Not because I’m afraid of wearing one, but because I don’t want to feel like I’ve disappointed my barber. I think that may be an estrogen-based emotion, but I’m sure I’ll get in trouble with someone for saying that.
Anyway, that has left me in no-man’s-land. My hair is way too long for a corporate look, and too short for the rock star wannabe look. Plus, it’s WAY too thick to grow real long (believe me, at my age, I’m thankful for this).
So, I’m stuck here in the middle. And my wife and I agreed last night that, hair wise, I look like this guy:
Youngn’s – ask your parents who this guy is. Or ask sista, I’ll guarantee you she knows.
Here’s what’s weird: I like it. I may keep it this way for a while. Some of you may think that having 70’s, feathered hair is worse than having a mullet. But it’s not your hair.
I’m just thankful that while other men my age are applying Rogaine and Just For Men, instead I have this problem. Christians have a concept that is similar to Karma. Growing up, my older brother was good looking and popular, my younger brother had all the talent, and I was a geek.
But, now I’m 42 and have so much thick hair, I don’t know what to do with it. Sorry, my brothers. It’s my time. 😉