I’d mix it up, just for the hell of it. Taper one time, square the next. I’m a wild man.
Oh, I ask my barber to trim them if he forgets. I’ve reached an age where I resemble Gandalf, at least at eye level, if the brows are left to their own devices. My wife will trim them, too, in a pinch. Once a month seems sufficient. The one time I tried I cut a stripe in it.
I guess my grandparents’ orbit just never took them to that part of town, then. I suppose it shouldn’t have been a surprise: Any place with a lot of factory jobs would have been a target for the black migration.
My partner has a framed version of that poster hanging in his shop. (He’s a cosmetologist) Some of the names are weird like a “forward-combed booggie” Pretty sure it’s this one.
He’s got it as it fits his theme - he does everything from classic retro styles to modern trends.
I just point at the appropriate Patrick Nagel poster and say “that one.”
Woman here, with a pixie cut I get trimmed every six weeks or so. I always ask to have the eyebrows trimmed, as I’m at the age when they get rowdy, yes, even on women they turn into overachievers, and I’ve never been any good at plucking them.
Jack the Barber on Lake Street in Minneapolis had them. I usually went to him when I needed a haircut as a kid.
In Great Britain, barbers are called “Gents’ Hairdressers.” Or at least they used to be.
A few years ago I started going to a local barbershop after the local chain I had been going to for years suddenly closed. This place happens to be owned by a Black man, and I’m just about the only White person I’ve ever seen there. But he does a good job, is friendly, and (most importantly to me) with his senior discount I only pay $12.
As it happens, I went in today for a haircut, and remembering this thread I made a point of looking at the signs. There were three signs depicting assorted hairstyles, all of them showing Black men. one of them included about a half-dozen children. Each hairstyle was numbered, with no names for any of them. They ranged from “Afro” types to various lengths, including some with braids. At least one of the signs indicated that it was provided by Wahl, which I recognized as a brand of home and, presumably, professional hair trimming equipment.
Oddly enough, there was a fourth sign depicting various beard styles, but all of the drawings were of White men.
I’ve been going to the same hairstylist for the past 25 years. Starting about ten years ago, at the end of the haircut, she offered to trim my eyebrows; I don’t know if I’d wind up with the Full Gandalf if I let them grow wild, but better to have them under control. 
This was, in fact, an issue that the Green Bay Packers had to deal with, particularly in the past. Historically, the Green Bay area was very white (it’s gotten more diverse in the past few decades), and this wound up being a disincentive for Black players to sign with the team, as many of them found that the city was lacking in things that they would find commonplace elsewhere, such as barbers who knew how to cut and style Black hair.
The Packers, for many years, would bring in a barber, who specialized in Black hair, from Milwaukee every few weeks, which turned out to be a very popular thing for the players.
I always used to chuckle at these posters as a kid in the 90s because they seemed dated. Never used them as a reference myself since I generally use a close cut that’s not particularly complicated but I can see how it may be helpful.
As @Dorjan mentioned, these are just black barbershop decor to me. I expect to see one of these charts on the wall next to art and music posters. Kind of how I expect to see some black power Afro pick motifs somewhere. I haven’t been to a white barbershop since I was 12 or 13 so I’m not too sure what the decor equivalent would be.
Back when I was a white kid in the white early mid 60s in white suburbia the posters were of white guys. But the posters were old, out-of-style cuts, and sun-faded even then.
By the time I was a big city college kid in a much more integrated early 1980s, the barbershops IIRC had both black guy and white guy posters. Still old and sun-faded through.
A friend has a sign hanging in his bar. The sign is ancient. It reads, FREE BEER TOMORROW.
He has had people come back the day after their first visit to get free beer. He has to explain the joke.
I’ve always enjoyed those signs. This is not quite the same thing:
I grew up near, and lived many years in, the desert Southwest where the sun is very bright, clouds are rarely seen, and it gets real hot. Substantially every tourist jewelry store selling Native American-made silver and/or turquoise jewelry has a big sign in their window: “50% off today.” Often so sun-faded as to be all but illegible if you didn’t already know what it once said.
And yup, wouldn’t you know it, whatever the price tag says, the salesperson will let you have it for half that. And the sticker price is always one it’s easy to mentally divide by 2.
I’m not sure when that trick started, or whether it ever worked on the rubes even when new, but I can recall seeing those signs as a kid 60 years ago. They’re still there today, and may even still be the same sign.
Oh look Dear; we’re in luck! They’re having a sale! Let’s go inside.
Not.
I control my nose hair by waxing it. It’s actually not that painful…if you’re prepared for it. Agree that it’s not something that should be spontaneously sprung on you.
Yes, it’s not that bad if you know what’s coming, whereas if someone suddenly sticks two Q-tips covered in warm black wax up your nose without warning and then 30 seconds later just as suddenly yanks them out, it’s a disconcerting experience to say the least.
Don’t you need your nose hairs to filter out germs ‘n’ crud?
I cut them with a nose trimmer, but leave them alone where others won’t see them.
