Well, I tried to give you my honest perception. If you do not understand why some men feel like I do, I will have to accept the fact I am creepy to you. Of course I tend to think of creepy as describing 20+ years olds that hang out around High Schools or stalkers or 40+ years old driving sports cars and dressing like a 20 year old. Maybe creepy does not have as strong a negative connotation for you.
Jim {The **creepy ** hair obsessed middle age married with kids guy}
Nope, we’re thinking of the same kind of creepy.
::sigh:: so be it. Creepy I am then. 
Jim 
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Hm. I hear women state their preferences about a man sporting a beard, or a goatee, or having a Don Johnson five-o’clock-shadow, or having hairy backs, chests, etc. It’s not creepy. It’s personal preference. You can love the person you’re with and hate the fact he shaved off all his body hair and started wearing a clown suit.
Pretty much, yeah. When I was little, I was the only kid around with neon orange hair, so I was very self conscious about it. So now I always find it flattering when someone (man or woman) tells me what beautiful hair I have. And why is it such a bad thing that guys are physically attracted to their wives? Does every aspect of what attracts you to your partner have to be cerebral? Don’t get me wrong, it’s a wonderful thing to find someone you connect with on a deeper level, but they’re not shallow just because they like their wives’ hair. It’s endearing. I like my husband’s mustache. His face looks wrong without it.
Why do they argue? That’d be the first thing I’d do if I were able and willing to join – cut my hair REALLY short before heading off to training. It’s already short. I’d go shorter. My brother is in the Air Force and when we went to his graduation a couple or so years ago I remember thinking that the hairdos the long haired girls came up with were cute, but involved far more fuss than I’d be willing to take over my hair.
I cut my hair about a year ago. My boyfriend claims to like it as long as I do. I do think it looks cute, and it takes less fuss than it did long. Short, on a really bad day, I can just get it wet and brush it and let it dry and tada! Long, I was screwed, even if I pulled it back. He seems to think I’m pretty hot even when I think I look like hell, so I’m happy.
See, I just don’t get it. Back in my punk days, I dated the most awesomely beautiful girl you could imagine. She had really short cropped hair and she bragged all she had to do was splash a little water on it and she was good to go. I believe her because I had the same haircut.
Two times in my life I’ve tried to grow my hair long and it was a nightmare. I don’t know how any woman or man can stand to have long hair. IT’S A FUCKING PAIN! And women can look so fucking hot with short hair. Just. Don’t. Get. it.
Well, I don’t think long hair looks good on all women. Kudos to those who pull it off and look fabulous, but I think that many try too hard to have long hair when it’s too fine or scraggly and just doesn’t look attractive.
My hair is actually thick (in terms of the number of hairs), but each hair is quite fine and completely straight. It can still have body and look good until just past chin length, but after that it collapses and is too fine and limp to have any style.
During five years in university I think I only cut it once. However, I was very active and always wore it in a ponytail or otherwise clipped up. Frankly, if I’m always wearing my hair in a tight pulled-back ponytail then I don’t actually look good with long hair. With a tight ponytail and light blond hair, I effectively looked almost bald in any photos. Sure there was a hunk of hair hanging off the back of my head, but it didn’t do anything to make me or my face look any more attractive.
I found The Best Hairdresser Ever[sup]TM[/sup] about a year ago, and now I vary between just-over-the-ears flippy to sleek chin-length bob. And I’ve never gotten more compliments on my hair. Seriously. I had day-surgery last fall in the hospital (the day after a haircut) and I got compliments from the admitting clerk, the ward nurse, the porter and the OR nurse. The porter even stopped pushing my bed down the hallway to write down my hairstylist’s phone number.
What Jim said! 
But
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Those things DO matter! I love my baby for her absolute insistence on integrity. Standing up for the little guy. Or gal… And for her her NON-debatable skills as a mom. But I ALSO love her because she is ALL mine. She’d do any superficial thing JUST to please me. (and I her)
It’s not a repressive thing… We love each other. And we do things that please each other. It’s NOT so hard to understand. Or as you put it, it’s not creepy. :rolleyes: It’s just a preference. A choice.
What is creepy… is saying that all our choices are creepy. All of our preferences make you feel squicky. Maybe you need to look harder at the choices YOU have made… or maybe you need to stop trying to inflict the limitations, the inhibitions, you feel… onto others.
I guess by those criteria my wife’s “creepy” too, as she doesn’t like it when I shave off my beard, and always begs me to grow it back.
Or wet! Brushes are the tool of the devil, I don’t care what grandma said about 100 strokes a day, they’re evil I tell you!
Wide tooth comb or pick when wet, fingers only once dry. And you can blow dry without hurting it too much, if you dont use a brush or pull on it in any way while drying. I don’t use the dryer much anymore, but when I do I just kinda wave it around my head and scrunch with my fingers. I haven’t owned a brush since the 80’s, and my comb gets used right after washing, then sits in the bathroom till next time. If your hair is like that in the picture you posted, layers may be your friend.
Antigen, check out the tips here. I swear that website saved my hair. Some of the techniques used there are a little far out and time consuming for me, but there is tons of basic hair care advice worth it’s weight in gold.
I was very lucky that she took me.
No, I get preferences. But to say that you cry inside when a woman chops off her hair? That’s a little more than a preference. If a particular cut wasn’t the most flattering, I’d want my SO to tell me so. But if he came up to me and said, “You know, If you cut your long hair off it’s going to make me cry inside,” then I’d probably show him the door.
If I’ve mischaracterized the OP and some of the responses here I’m sorry, but it’s not like this thread was titled “Men, do you really prefer your woman didn’t cut her long hair off?”
I think on a gut level, it’s a youth thing. Men don’t want to start looking like their fathers, and they don’t want the women they’re with to start looking like their mothers, and hair cutting in women is obviously stronly correlated with age. I think this is what gets to a lot of guys; they think their wives or girlfriends chop their hair off just because the reach “a certain age” and not because they want to.
But hey, who are we to talk? We usually end up looking like our fathers hairwise and have little choice about it.
I took “cry inside” as humorous hyperbole, as did most of the other respondents IMO. I suppose if you took it literally, I can see why that might be a trifle creepy.
Ah, agreed. I would not actually cry over it. I would be unhappy however.
Jim
What about girls who start out with short hair? Are they just out of luck to begin with?
My aunt (unfortunately not related to me so I don’t have a shot at her hair genes; she married my mother’s oldest brother) used to have hair down to her knees. I was in awe of her as a kid.
My hair used to peter out at about the base of my shoulderblades before it frayed and broke. I’ve gotten it to ass-length by hennaing it – the henna strengthens the hairs so they grow longer before breaking, and also drop the maintenance levels by a lot. I have very fine hair that’s prone to splits; before I was hennaing it regularly it would tangle at the drop of a hat and take ages to turn into something presentable. Now that I henna it regularly it’s pretty much wash and wear, though I have to get my husband to trim the bangs every so often so I don’t turn into Cousin It. (I’m doing the henna on a regular schedule now, I’ll see if it gets longer than top-of-the-coccix-with-a-few-annoying-longer-strands with systematic treatment.)
How long hair’s liable to grow before it gives out is, I’m given to understand, partly a genetic thing. My lover’s hair doesn’t get much past his shoulders no matter how long he leaves it – it just gets a little uneven at the edges.
It bristles me because I am uncomfortable knowing I am a second-class woman. I am sure men who can’t grow beards feel the same way.
And I refuse to spend an extra hour or so a day, every day, to maintain a bunch of decorative dead tissue. I don’t miss a thing- the lump of cold wet hair on my back while I walk out the door in the morning, snagging and breaking it on chairs, spending five bucks a pop on bottle after bottle of shampoo and conditioner, being late to work because I found a knot, spending a manditory half an hour in the shower and being aboslutely gross if I do skip shampooing…no thank you. Now I wake up, wash, run a comb through (thought I’ve yet to have an actual tangle) and get one with my day. I never even realized what a drag my hair was until I cut it.
If someone gave me a lump of horse hair to carry around every day, all day, because it made me more beautiful, I wouldn’t do it and I’d probably be mad at them for proposing it. To me, it’s no different. I’ve got nothing but good wishes for you women who love having your long hair. But keep me out of it.