I went to a real barber shop. The sign on the front of the building was . . . Barber Shop! I mean, how real is that! It's right next door to the place I buy Chinese take out.
Opps! That was an admission I didn't want to make considering my diet!!
I walked in and the testosterone level almost took my breath away. A real barber's pole. White porcelain barber chairs with Burgandy leather seats. Leather chairs. Cloth back chairs. Newsweek, Sports Illustrated, and several hunting / fishing magazines in a pile on an end table.Hey, how ya' doing! Just have a seat! We'll get to you in a minute!
The barbers had white barber jackets . . . asked me my name and where I worked. A great haircut and beard trim for $16. And . . . and . . . and . . .
What for it . . .
Hot shaving cream and a straight razor trim on my neck and side burns!!!! Oh, my eyes just started welling up . . . the flood of childhood memories of haircuts long ago with my dad at my side . . . walking down the road together . . . an Andy and Opie sort of thing . . .
Why did I ever leave the safe male sanctuary of a barber shop. The prodigal has returned.
Divorce, deadbeat dads, drug use -- I think that we can see the disasterous impact on our society by the ordination of female barbers.