Comments on: Follicle Folly: Hair Today… Gone Tomorrow

By: Allison

Allison — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 00:45:14 +0000

Ugh– just for the drying time alone it might be worth a GI Jane do. On the flip side, however, I only have to worry about a sunburn on my part rather than the whole noodle.

I like the three faces of Tim progression!

By: Tim

Tim — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 01:01:29 +0000

Tiffany,

I’ll take that as a compliment, even though I’m not particularly crazy about Vin Diesel.

Tre,

He ain’t heavy, he’s my… uhm… come to think of it, all three of us weigh exactly the same. Curious how that happens. – Tim

By: Tre Pryor

Tre Pryor — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 18:26:32 +0000

You and your two brothers look *very* much alike!

By: Tiffany

Tiffany — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 01:24:05 +0000

Ahh, that explains the new photo at the top of your blog. I was wondering (and actually wasn’t entirely sure it was you!). It makes you look a little like Vin Diesel’s long lost midwestern cousin…

By: Tim

Tim — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:54:09 +0000

Oscarandre,

If I didn’t know better, I would swear you and I grew up in the same neighborhood, with the same barber. You just triggered for me a memory that I had long since pushed into the darkness of things long since forgotten.

I was in 1st or 2nd grade, and I can remember “the day after the haircut” as if it were yesterday. I had been very specific about how I wanted my hair cut, and can remember the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach when he spun the chair around and I saw my bald head in the mirror. I knew, without question, this was going to be one of the worst days of my life.

I was horrified at how I looked, and got on the school bus the next morning with the hood of my raincoat pulled up over my head, where I kept it even after I was inside the school building. The teacher made me take it off, which resulted in gales of laughter from my classmates.

Ashamed and crying, I ran to a closet, where I promptly closed myself in. I remember a knock on the door, and how I feared it was going to be the teacher, demanding me to come out.

Instead, it was one of my soon-to-be best friends. He held out a cap that he’d worn to school that morning, and said “You can wear my hat today if you want.” I did.

Isn’t it odd that last Monday, I gave myself the same cut that I so despised as a child? – Tim

By: Oscarandre

Oscarandre — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:39:01 +0000

We often see hair as our fortune, don’t we – and also one of the first indicators that we will not be young forever. When I was a kid (and evrybody wanted long hair) we got a new barber in town who saw it as his personal duty to reintroduce the good old “short back and sides” so beloved of our fathers. This was despite our very strident instructions as to just how much he could take off. One kid I knew was so mortified that he didn’t return to school until it had grown again.