# A lesson learned or beer and haircuts **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [October 12, 2003, 6:59pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-lesson-learned-or-beer-and-haircuts/207025 "2003-10-12T18:59:39Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 7\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![Zap\_Rowsdower](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/z/3da27b/32.png) [@Zap\_Rowsdower](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Zap_Rowsdower)\ **Post date:** [October 12, 2003, 6:59pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-lesson-learned-or-beer-and-haircuts/207025/1 "2003-10-12T18:59:39Z")
Since I have been keeping my hair very short, mainly because it has been thinning out in front, I have been cutting my own hair for about a year. I thought why pay someone over 10 dollars to have do something I was perfectly able to do myself. So I bought some clippers and tried it on one of the longer settings. It came out surprisingly well. So I kept it up, cutting my hair approximately every two weeks. Friday night after returning home, I was not tired so I log onto the computer and have a beer or two or three. Not much was going on so I thought, “hey, if I cut my hair now, I won’t have to mess with it tomorrow.” I mean, I haven’t had that much to drink, sure, I would not go out driving, but cutting hair was no big deal. That task finished, I got back on the computer for about an hour, then after nodding off a bit I decided to hit the sack. Waking a few hours later, I look in the mirror, and my hair looked fine. There were a couple of spots on the side that needed to be touched up but all in all seemed alright. Then I got my handheld mirror and looked at the back of my head. To say it was somewhat askew would have been an understatement. So I set out to balance the hairline, but I can’t seem to get it just right. Before I realize it, the back of my head almost totally nude! I think and think about what I should do now. Should I do the best I can and look goofy (or goofier) for a while or just start all over. Taking a deep breath, I grab my shaving cream and Mach 3 Turbo and began the “ultimate” haircut. So now I am sitting hear with a nekkid noggin’. Not sure if I will keep it like this, but I must admit the fan and air conditioner really feels nice on my head. ---
**Author:** ![Gazelle](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/g/b4bc9f/32.png) [@Gazelle](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Gazelle)\ **Post date:** [October 12, 2003, 11:18pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-lesson-learned-or-beer-and-haircuts/207025/2 "2003-10-12T23:18:48Z")
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah, **Zap** … You’ve learned a valuable lesson. And made me laugh. Thanks! ---
**Author:** ![Ringo](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/r/779978/32.png) [@Ringo](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ringo)\ **Post date:** [October 12, 2003, 11:18pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-lesson-learned-or-beer-and-haircuts/207025/3 "2003-10-12T23:18:49Z")
Heh. Enjoy it. I guess the next time I see you and **Road Rash** at a HouDope, I’ll be the odd man out; unless I’ve achieved that look naturally by then. When I was in fifth grade, we were preparing to move back to Japan and I needed new passport photos. My mom decided I needed a trim and there wasn’t time for the barber, so she got out the clippers and tackled the job herself. Apparently cutting even a burr doesn’t come naturally, and she had to keep evening it up. She finally had to stop when I ran out of hair. School the next day was not fun, nor were the next several weeks as I caught stares everywhere. There just are not that many bald 10 year old boys. The best part, though, was a few months later when we got to Japan. The Japanese immigration guys weren’t sure they should let me in, because the passport photo convinced them I must’ve had some heavy duty disease. ---
**Author:** ![Ender\_Will](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/eb9ed0/32.png) [@Ender\_Will](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ender_Will)\ **Post date:** [October 13, 2003, 12:27am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-lesson-learned-or-beer-and-haircuts/207025/4 "2003-10-13T00:27:50Z")
sucks about the hair. My friend once went to a barber. It was a mistake. The barber had only one hand. It was worse than you would imagine. Pointless story, but I wanted to add something sort of related to the thread before I started rambling on about the cinematic genius which is _The Final Sacrifice_! Rowsdower is the greatest anti-hero in the history of stories! Not to mention a cameo by Larry Czonka. ---
**Author:** ![Mama\_Tiger](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/6de8d8/32.png) [@Mama\_Tiger](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Mama_Tiger)\ **Post date:** [October 13, 2003, 1:03am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-lesson-learned-or-beer-and-haircuts/207025/5 "2003-10-13T01:03:20Z")
Papa Tiger grew up in a very, very small town where Clip, the local barber, was also one of the local drunks. He cut hair great – as long as you got there between noon and 2 pm. It took till noon for him to get enough booze in him to stop the shakes, and after 2 heaven only knew what your hair would look like. The amazing thing is that he ran his business this way for many years! :eek: ---
**Author:** ![zoogirl](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/z/b9bd4f/32.png) [@zoogirl](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/zoogirl)\ **Post date:** [October 13, 2003, 1:19am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-lesson-learned-or-beer-and-haircuts/207025/6 "2003-10-13T01:19:45Z")
I also discouered it’s a really bad idea to let a friend perm your hair when she’s drunk. Really Bad Idea ! ---
**Author:** ![sandalfeet](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/a5b964/32.png) [@sandalfeet](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/sandalfeet)\ **Post date:** [October 13, 2003, 1:46am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/a-lesson-learned-or-beer-and-haircuts/207025/7 "2003-10-13T01:46:37Z")
I had a friend who got drunk and read a book about the Dhalai Lama. He was inspired to shave his head. Big mistake, lol, ugly as hell. Some men do look very _grrrrrr_ with a bald head, I must admit.