Six to eight weeks, in general. For short hair, that’s the time it takes whatever cut you give it to start looking rough; for longer hair, that’s when breakage and split ends wreck any hope of your hair cooperating.
Personally, it’s a busy year if I remember to get my hair cut once. I’m actually aiming for twice this year.
Also, the really handsome dude at the Jiffy Lube up the street―the one I really really really want a date with―is near to bald. The stubble shows a receding hairline, but Goddess grant the notion of that dome, glistening smooth, redefines my comprehension of baldness.
Once I hit a certain point of male pattern baldness, I knew I needed a haircut whenever I started looking like Bozo the Clown. If you’re bald on the top, and you’ve still got hair on the sides, then letting it go too long starts looking REALLY unfortunate.
Short afros are also hard to tell because of shrinkage. My hair is getting longer but visually it looks the same so it’s like helmet hair bug in panel #2 when I go to the stylist to get it shaped up.
I think moms should automatically qualify to cut hair professionally. Lord knows mine used to do it better than anyone with a degree. If she had ever asked for a tip I’d have emptied my wallet out for her, but I can’t seem to get a professional to do a job worth $3.
It’s now “drive with the windows rolled down” weather pretty regularly, which required a haircut to keep it from looking fluffily disheveled whenever I went to the grocery store.
I don’t cut – nature has taken up the mantle of inexorability thinning the head so to say. The only time scissors interact with the production of my lazy follicles is to reduce the frizz from split ends. Yeah production quality has gone way down.
The only follicles that seem to have picked up the pace are on the lower limbs which now require a mow as often as a lawn in spring. Small blessing is that none of the others have taken up the challenge.
My criteria for getting a haircut is that if it’s long enough that I can see it without using a mirror, it’s time to get a cut.
Well, mine is, when I can see it using a mirror (or two, for the back of my head).
Six to eight weeks, in general. For short hair, that’s the time it takes whatever cut you give it to start looking rough; for longer hair, that’s when breakage and split ends wreck any hope of your hair cooperating.
Personally, it’s a busy year if I remember to get my hair cut once. I’m actually aiming for twice this year.
Also, the really handsome dude at the Jiffy Lube up the street―the one I really really really want a date with―is near to bald. The stubble shows a receding hairline, but Goddess grant the notion of that dome, glistening smooth, redefines my comprehension of baldness.
Some men actually look their best with their heads shaven. Most of us don’t, though.
I bet that, if you walked in with a pizza and said to Jiffy Lube guy, “You order a pizza?” you would be married within the year.
I wish the rest of my hair would go away so I don’t have to mess with it anymore.
Once I hit a certain point of male pattern baldness, I knew I needed a haircut whenever I started looking like Bozo the Clown. If you’re bald on the top, and you’ve still got hair on the sides, then letting it go too long starts looking REALLY unfortunate.
Well, if you let it go too long you can get away with more stuff – just like when people get old.
Walk around the neighborhood in your underwear?
“Oh. It’s just crazy, old man Ian, again. No worries.”
The ponytail still works. There’s just less of it.
Then male pattern baldness becomes nature’s own mullet. All business in front with a party in the back, right under the bald spot.
Let’s see, last time I cut my hair was… Two years ago I think? Probably won’t this year either since summer wasn’t enough.
Short afros are also hard to tell because of shrinkage. My hair is getting longer but visually it looks the same so it’s like helmet hair bug in panel #2 when I go to the stylist to get it shaped up.
Whenever I see, hear, read or remember about afros I automatically think about ‘Spaceballs’.
You know the line.
I think moms should automatically qualify to cut hair professionally. Lord knows mine used to do it better than anyone with a degree. If she had ever asked for a tip I’d have emptied my wallet out for her, but I can’t seem to get a professional to do a job worth $3.
It’s now “drive with the windows rolled down” weather pretty regularly, which required a haircut to keep it from looking fluffily disheveled whenever I went to the grocery store.
I don’t cut – nature has taken up the mantle of inexorability thinning the head so to say. The only time scissors interact with the production of my lazy follicles is to reduce the frizz from split ends. Yeah production quality has gone way down.
The only follicles that seem to have picked up the pace are on the lower limbs which now require a mow as often as a lawn in spring. Small blessing is that none of the others have taken up the challenge.
Love long-hair bug! I don’t get the Jiffy lube joke, though
As for me, I’ll have my hair long as long as possible. ^.^
Every 4 years, whether it needs it or not.
(Actually, it’s getting pretty long, nearly to my waist. Time to hack it off, donate it, and start over.)
You’re not going to believe this, but I sat down to read this after cutting my own hair.
I have a similar situation. I only know it’s time to shave when I start feeling a craving for invading China.
The third panel ‘Nuff said