well, now, that's different.
i stopped into a duck'in'n'go hair cutting place last night to get a trim. now that my hair is past my chin, i figured it will be too obvious if i try to maintain it myself and hack giant angles into the back. as the receptionist got my name, i was escorted to a chair and sat down, wondering if i had set myself up for yet another disaster in the hair arena when out came my designated stylist, debbie. debbie had long black hair, pink lips, a long red dress, and the biggest muscles i have ever seen on a hair handler. debbie was also a man.
despite the minor glitch of unhitching my smock to cut the back and therefore COVERING me in my own snipped hair (i had to go through 8 layers of my lint roller to be able to walk into a store), my head turned out fabulous, and learned quite a bit about both body-building AND internet dating. so thank you, debbie.