Why should I care...

...if I had to cut my hair?  I've got to move with the fashions, or be outcast. - Pete Townshend from Quadrophenia

So here's a picture of me that I posted here from about a year and half ago.  Ladies...try to keep it together, okay?
 

Since then, I've gone for about 3 or 4 haircuts.  Once every 4-6 months.  Just a trim each time to keep things a little neater.  The last one was in September when I had about 4 inches of hair cut off all around. Currently, my hair is about 8-9 inches longer than it appears in the above picture.  I haven't been able to do the old top-knot hairdo in quite a while because it leaves too much hair falling past my shoulders to the top of my back for my comfort.  My everyday hairdo lately has been a ponytail.  I don't think I've worn my hair down in about 6 months now.  For more than an hour or so, anyway.

So I'm contemplating a change.  I think that I'm gonna hit my rock n' roll barber shop down the road for a quick fix to get my hair back to the length it was in that picture.  But after that?  I'm thinking about going for the Full Monty come Spring.  The only thing holding me back is that Gia prefers me with longer hair.  She will still love me as much (she says), but she prefers the longer hair.  Honestly, I feel the same way about her.  She wants to do a real short pixie cut, but I keep talking her out of it.

And some baldness is starting to creep in around back.  It's completely hidden by the ponytail, but it's there and I know it's there.  And I've always said that I would cut it all off if it ever became an issue.  Not that it would be an issue for anyone else but me, ya understand?  It's just something that I've always said I would do.

Besides, I think it's good to totally change your image every few years.  Slyde will tell you that I morph into a totally different person every half-decade or so.  He jokes that the next time he sees me, I will probably be a young Asian boy.

I think he just secretly likes young Asian boys, if you ask me.

Cut My Hair

So it's been about a year and a half now that I've lived with long locks. And it's been at least 8 months since the last time I got a trim, so I headed out last Wednesday to get that shit cleaned up.

Told my rock and roll stylist that I still wanted to keep the hair long, but I wanted to get rid of the split ends and a little bit of length. Especially in the back, as it was down to the middle of my back.  Seriously.

So he took off around 3 inches all around, maybe 4-5 inches in the back and I was pretty happy with how it came out. No I won't be posting pictures of my head, thank you very much.

But I guess I had been wearing my hair up in a topknot or back in a ponytail for months now, because the first few times I went out with my hair down everyone I know was shocked at how long my hair has grown. And this was AFTER I had it cut. Whatever. It just feels neater now and it is certainly less smothering in the oppressive summer heat.

But it's sill long enough for me to pull back into a pony tail, so I'm happy. And Gia's happy. That is what's most important.

Anyway, as Pete wrote, "why should I care?"

Cut My Hair

by Pete Townshend & The Who

Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
I've got to move with the fashions
Or be outcast.
I know I should fight
But my old man he's really alright,
And I'm still living at home
Even though it won't last.

Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
I'm out on the street again
And I'm leaping along.
I'm dressed right for a beach fight,
But I just can't explain
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Here in my brain.

The kids at school
Have parents that seem so cool.
And though I don't want to hurt them
Mine wont me their way.
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother found a box of blues,
And there doesn't seem much hope
They'll let me stay.

Zoot suit, etc.

Why do I have to be different to them?
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,
We have the same old row, again and again.
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Of kids that hardly notice I'm around,
I work myself to death just to fit in.

I'm coming down
Got home on the very first train from town.
My dad just left for work
He wasn't talking.
It's all a game,
'Cos inside I'm just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.

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