We have a guy threatening to come down and shoot up work. RCMP are looking for him and i am assuming we are going to marsec lvl 2 which means probably guards at the gate.
I prefer exactly zero words spoken to me when getting my hair cut. It takes ten minutes, I certainly don’t need to read a newspaper or watch basketball highlights.
I really prefer that too but there is always this pressure from the hair person to chatter about your entire life. I think a lot of women like that and like being "friends" with their stylist. I don't get cuts frequently enough to care and just kind of want to relax and meditate. Then covid hit, my car broke down, and my toddler is wild. So, I gave myself a trim last week. The silence is great.
Yea same here. I have a mild panic attack when my guy asks me, “Great game last night, huh?” What game? What sport? What season is it? I don’t spend the entirety of my weekend watching big, strong men carry a ball. I’ll half-watch it if the Pats are on and that’s it. Sorry, boss. I’m too busy silently freaking out about whether my hair has thinned out a bit more since my last haircut.
Yep. My guy swivels the chair around so I can check it out and he holds a mirror behind my head so I can see it from the back. He could shave a swastika on the back of my head and I wouldn't notice as I'm checking the top to see if a bald spot is appearing. 44 years old and no spot yet.
I used to have a barber that was an aggressively loud Russian guy. He cut hair with a straight razor and threatened to beat the shit out of my eight year old brother who was in the waiting area. Good times.
A-fucking men. Mention the phrase “man cave” around me and watch me pull up a soapbox. I refuse to buy into this bullshit. The idea that men and their possessions should be relegated to the furthest reaches of the basement drives me insane. One of my good friends lives in this type of situation and to walk through their house, there’s almost no trace that he even exists. All his stuff is in the basement. Another friend had the fan from his first turkey mounted and said something about his wife “letting” him hang it in the house. This led to me going on a 20 minute tirade, asking if his name was on the mortgage, etc. Fortunately they found it amusing and remain friends with me. My wife and I had a similar back and forth when we first moved in together. I had a picture of John Wayne that I liked not only because I live his movies, but because he reminds me of my grandfather who I was very close to as a child. She kept moving the picture from where I hung it, but eventually and 21 years later, we came to an understanding and The Duke remains where put him. Man caves… fuck that shit.
Meh, guess it depends on what your definition of a man cave is. I don't have one, but if I did, I imagine it looking like a bar. Pool table, dart board, neon lights etc. I fully understand my wife not wanting that in our living room. We each have our areas that are important to us. I could give a flying fuck how many pillows are on the bed or this ridiculously expensive rug that she wanted in the living room but I got the kitchen done exactly how I wanted it because the kitchen is very important to me. edit - spelling
My biggest problem with the man cave idea is that they're usually extremely childish. I always get the vibe that they're "a room for all of the things that the single mother who raised me wouldn't let me have." If you're a grown man with a family and your entire personality hinges on the nearest NFL team, you're probably a terrible person.
When everything shut down last year, I started cutting my own hair again. I used to do my own fades back in the day with a hair trimmer, but using scissors on yourself is totally different. EDIT: I will always say this: "Man cave" sounds like the name of a gay bar.
I started using clippers on hubs when everything shut down too. They are shitty clippers and it takes awhile but we get er done. I was afraid to cut my own hair but it was getting ridiculous. Like having to hold it out of the way so I wouldn't accidentally sit/shit on it while on the toilet. Plus with the postnatal hair loss it was thinner looking especially on the bottom. Then the salon I called didn't have any availability at all so I went for it. For the ladies who might be interested in trying: I read about the ponytail or unicorn ponytail trick, which results in the type of haircut I always get anyway, so I took off a super modest amount and it was fine. I'll take off more again when I get a little free time. There's YouTube videos that explain it if you want to see.
The worst part about the term “man cave” is that some fucking annoying bitch decided to counter it with “she shed.”
Careful, it depends on your style. I have been going bald for a while now, and only realized it last summer because I comb it back like Eugene Levy.
We get it, you're stretched out. You might want to try some kegel exercises. EDIT: Fucking autocorrect.