tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760709.post116050398136616320..comments2023-10-31T10:28:50.158-04:00Comments on The Zeray Gazette: The Barbershop: A Temple of MasculinityJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04854543617806427302noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760709.post-1160702648494852752006-10-12T21:24:00.000-04:002006-10-12T21:24:00.000-04:00I haven't paid for a haircut in something like 16 ...I haven't paid for a haircut in something like 16 years. First, my hair was really, really long, and girls I knew in college would just clip the ends off for me from time to time. Then I started shaving my head, and can do that easily enough myself.<BR/><BR/>The house I live in now has a real, live barber shop down the road, big barber pole, big glass windows, the whole deal. Now and then I drive by and think maybe I'd just like to go in and sit in one of those chairs, get a trim.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10760709.post-1160579763470367852006-10-11T11:16:00.000-04:002006-10-11T11:16:00.000-04:00John,I loved this post.For years I have said that ...John,<BR/><BR/>I loved this post.<BR/><BR/>For years I have said that I would only get my hair cut at a barber shop with a barber pole our front, a tile floor; ducks, deer, and fish taxidermied on the wall; copies of Field and Stream and Outdoor Life on the table, a TV with alumnum foil on the rabbit ears, and they give out that Pink Double Bubble gum. <BR/><BR/>Oh, and no women barbers in the shop! <BR/><BR/>My wife has never understood this. My eyes watered a little as I read this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com