My New Haircut
I have great hair, or a “great head of hair,” as my maternal grandmother likes to say. I don’t take after the men in my father’s family, where receding hairlines start in the men’s early 20s and wreak follicle havoc on through death; nor do I have hair like the men on my maternal grandfather’s side of the family, where there was never much hair to do much with. But, like a lot of men (especially in the DC area) I suffered from a hair-related illness: I didn’t know how to ask for a good haircut, and too often I settled for bad ones as a result of trusting stylists to discern, perhaps via divination, exactly what I wanted them to do with their shears.
Some of us are especially bad about this. We treat haircuts like a chore, no more aesthetically significant than mowing the yard or picking out new drapes. “Take a little off the top,” we say. “Trim the sides,” we grumble. Or worse, we don’t ask for anything: “I don’t know, just do something with this,” we say as we wave a hand over our heads, as if swatting at swarming bees.
I used to be like that, and I suffered through years of weird and thoughtless haircuts as a result. Bowl cuts. Buzz cuts. Flat tops. Ambiguous messes. The caesar cut (before and after it was cool–not while Justin Timberlake had it). And then one day, I learned to talk about my hair. On an impulse, I asked my stylist how I could make my hair less dry and poofy.
“Do you use dandruff shampoo?” she asked.
My god, I thought. They really are telepathic!
“Yes, yes I do!”
“Well stop,” she said. “Use dandruff shampoo every other day, and then use something a little kinder to your hair on the other days. And condition every time, whether you use regular shampoo or anti-dandruff. And skip a day here and there so that your hair benefits from the scalp’s natural oils.”
And thus an appreciation for my hair was born. My stylist taught me other things, too. About layering (for that brief time when I wanted longish hair); which styles should be rounded in the back and which styles should be squared; why one should always get one’s sideburns trimmed; how to defeat my cowlick; which hair products to use and how to apply them.
So here’s my advice for DC men with hair and hair issues (sorry premature baldies, no list of advice will ease your pain):
1.) End the promiscuity: I’m guessing you don’t go to a different mechanic every time your car/scooter acts up, and I’m hoping you don’t hop from physician to physician for checkups and serious health concerns; in a similar vein, find a stylist or a barber with whom you can communicate and stick with him/her. This may require some trial and error, but eventually you’ll find the right person: someone who knows how to handle layering shears and can ease your deepest fashion anxieties.
2.) Ask questions: Stylists and barbers are licensed professionals, and the good ones know and care about hair. While not actually telepathic, they can answer most of your questions. What will look good, what won’t. If your style needs updating and how to do it without making you look like a trend whore. How much gel is too much (but please don’t call it gel–say “product”). Questions will let them know you appreciate their efforts, and will ultimately lead to a better haircut.
3.) Go regularly: Nobody needs his hair cut every week, but once you’ve hit the one-month mark, you’re pushing it. Go for a trim every 2-3 weeks. Your stylist will have a better idea of what the finished product looked like last time you were in, and you’ll always look good. (The only downside is that your co-workers may not notice that you just got your haircut–trust that this is ultimately a good thing. Unless you’ve made a radical change, “Oh, you got your haircut!” is the edited version of, “Oh, you finally got your greasy/nasty/shaggy hair cut!”
4.) Bring pictures: So you like Alec Baldwin’s top-level executive cut on 30 Rock? Find a television magazine and bring it to your stylist. Your hair might be too light, too thin, or too short to pull off the Jack Donaghy mane, but there’s only one way to find out. While it may appear slightly narcissistic to outsiders, you should also take a picture of your hair after an especially good haircut, which you can then show your stylist if he or she forgets in between sessions how you like it on top.
5.) Spend a few bucks. Your Haircut is your least expensive fashion accessory next to undershirts, but that doesn’t mean it should be cheap. Be willing to pay somewhere between $15 and $30 for a sharp trim. If you’re paying more than that and your hair is shorter than, say Fabio’s, you’re getting ripped off. If you’re paying less than that, you’re not spending enough to ensure a good cut. And if you’re not tipping your stylist at least 20%, you either need to find a new stylist or pull the stick out of your ass.
6.) Hair matters: My last bit of advice is to remember that if fashion matters, hair matters. If you take pride in your wardrobe, take pride in your hair. Bad hair will make expensive clothes look cheap and casual wear scummy. Good hair will make cheap clothes look fashionable and will compensate for fashion no-no’s.
Good luck, gentlemen.


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September 11th, 2008 at 4:00 pm
So, dish. Where do you go?
September 11th, 2008 at 4:13 pm
Pictures, Riggsie! We need pictures.
September 11th, 2008 at 4:25 pm
I save a ton of time and money on haircuts by doing it myself. Here’s how you do it (It only works if your hair is very short/non-existent already): http://www.flickr.com/photos/mr_t_in_dc/689020623/
September 11th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
You god damn yuppie.
September 11th, 2008 at 7:32 pm
Boys will be boys…
yuppies will you.
September 12th, 2008 at 9:59 am
Alex: I go to Razor Sharp in Bethesda, and Curtis cuts my hair. I get the “businessman” haircut, if you must know. Curtis finishes up the back of my neck and hairline using a straight razor. I may be wrong, but it’s possibly the classiest institution in NW DC. And at $16, it’s a damn steal.
September 12th, 2008 at 10:07 am
I’ve cut my own hair for the past eight years. Every other cut is completely terrible.
September 12th, 2008 at 10:16 am
There’s help our there, Arthur, but the first step is admitting you have a hair problem.
September 12th, 2008 at 10:23 am
But I don’t want to go to a stylist.
September 13th, 2008 at 11:01 am
Um, you’re definitely wrong. Bethesda is not northwest DC… but maybe I’ll check him out the next time I feel the sudden urge to revisit my youth and hang out in front of the UA, or when I go to the Apple store.
September 13th, 2008 at 3:10 pm
Alex: Gah, DCers are so damn finicky about boundaries. Bethesda is in Maryland, I get it, I get it. I should have said, “classiest institution on the red line.”
September 25th, 2008 at 3:36 pm
I feel like really good salons will both test and reward your relative comfort with the whole ordeal of going to get a nice haircut. People like my brother, the rugby player, can’t help but feel emasculated and homophobic at salons, so every holiday he has a new shitty mo-hawk that he did himself. Me? I can deal with an anorexic gay guy washing my hair. I mean, come on - it’s just hair. Hey, they even have free beer and wine! You wouldn’t make your own clothes, don’t cut your own hair. I’d rather pay a little more to have a nice hair cut that my girl will dig than let the eastern-European woman down at Super Cuts make me look like a Niko Bellic.
I’m just saying.
September 25th, 2008 at 4:02 pm
Agreed. Maybe that’s why the rugby player’s haircut is so terrible?
September 25th, 2008 at 4:46 pm
Mmmmmmm. A new haircut? You look ravishing. Wanna go buy some make-up and go to the movies?