Guy’s Hair Cuts

Is there even a comparison?

I keep seeing all these boys with their hair combed forward and kind of around. I thought Justin Bieber did that ages ago. So i hoped the trend would stop. I mean, come on people! Even the Biebs got a clue! So why are these boys still doing it? Are they practicing for middle-age when they NEED to do it? I mean, it is just a comb-over with a lot to comb over. Right?Frankly that hairstyle drives me nuts. I hate seeing all that hair combed forward and around. It reminds me a lot of Dorothy Hammill’s haircut in the 70′s. And yeah, I had that one. It wasn’t that attractive either.Guys, what about a good old-fashioned male haircut? I’m sorry, but the Biebs ain’t cool. Not by a long stretch of the imagination. He may have money, but I doubt it is coming from 17-year-old girls. It’s probably coming from the parents of 5-year-old girls buying junk for their little ones. So if you want a cool haircut, guys, look at Channing Tatum. He’s who the 17-dying age women are drooling over. Biebs ain’t quite right. (BTW, this information is not just for teenage boys! Any male reading this should take the information as GOLD and use it!)

What’s Wrong With Being A Brunette?

So I’m browsing one of my way too many magazines the other day and see an ad that offends me. It’s a L’oreal ad touting their hair color for blondes. So what makes a blonde so freaking special? Why act like everyone wants to be blonde? I’m not knocking blondes, but I don’t wanna be blonde. I just think it is ridiculous to act like one hair color is better than another. Sorry, but blondes are really not better than brunettes and vice versa.

The ad shows all these famous blondes, who were obviously brunettes previously. I color my hair. Why? To cover my gray. Not to stop being a brunette. And there is nothing wrong with gray hair either. If mine looked right, I’d let it go gray. But it isn’t quite right. It’s not gray enough to go gray yet. So I’m coloring it back to something semi-natural for me until it gets to a decent looking gray.

I just don’t get the whole idea that blondes are better. I am sure most of us have heard the phrases before such as “blondes have more fun” and such. There was even a movie called “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes”. I dunno. Not sure I really agree with this. Then again, I’m single now.

Just a thought…

It’s Expensive Being Female

flip is higher than flop (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I needed to do some spring shopping. Ya know how it is. The weather is getting warmer. I might wear capris. Oh. I can’t fit in my capris. I NEED new capris. They’re almost $40. What?! To wear capris I will need to shave my legs. Oh dear Lord this is going to be fun. I know it’s Asheville, but even though I didn’t take part in daily shaving throughout winter doesn’t mean I’m a hippie chick. Razors $10. Refills? OMG! A pack of 8 are like $14. Are they made of gold?

My feet are resembling Fred Flintstone‘s so I might need a pedicure. $30 plus tip! Now I have to show off the now pretty piggies so we need some pretty flip flops (no, I don’t do frou-frou high-heels). Flip flops cost $25? You’re kidding, right?

These are BASIC costs. I’m not including makeup. If I added up the costs of all of my favorite makeups, the total would be around $100 for a full face of makeup. How bout hair? I spend $9 on a box of color every 4-6 weeks or I resemble a skunk. If I have time and remember to get a cut, I can cheap out on that because my cut is pretty hard to screw up. I can get it for like $20.

And how bout bras? Men, do you KNOW how much those things cost? A CHEAP bra that isn’t even that good is like $20. A good bra? That thing can cost over $50. Yeah, aren’t you glad you don’t have to worry about that?!

I haven’t even thrown in any costs for jewelry or accessories. I just don’t even want to think about those at this point. Women have it rough. It’s expensive being female.

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Am I Turning Into A Guy?

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As I get older I notice that I am liking things that guys like more and more. I’ve never been your tee-hee girly-girl kinda chick. No way! But I liked fixing my hair and wearing make-up. Now, not so much. I think it’s a combination of getting older and working third shift. Who really sees me on third shift? The other person couldn’t care less what I look like. I do like for my hair to look nice but I haven’t had time to get it cut in months. Why? Usually when I am off and awake, the rest of the world is asleep.

When it comes to driving I am definitely not a saintly person. I curse and yell and I will admit that I use hand gestures from time to time. I do ask for directions, though, if I get lost. This is getting more and more interesting.

I do like chick flicks but I am liking sci-fi more and more. I think the catalyst to this was “Lost”. I’m gonna blame that show anyway. Maybe I’m not so guy-like, though. I cried during the finale for 2 1/2 hours. I now love “Fringe”  as well. I have always been crazy for action/adventure movies. Gimme some “Bourne Supremacy” and I’m a happy girl (maybe).

I joked with my friends about how guys were such babies when it comes to being sick. Guess what! I whine and complain now when I’m sick. I mean, I try to hold back, but I can’t always stop it. It doesn’t matter, though. I am whining to myself anyway.

Another guy thing that I am almost ashamed of…should I say it? Sure. Why not? I like to sit around the house in my jammies or underwear. There! I admitted it! I hate watching movies or tv shows while wearing non-stretchy pants.

So I wonder if this is what most chicks go through or if I’m turning into a guy.

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I Realized I Am A Lot Like Mama

I realized today I am a lot like my Mama. That’s a good thing mostly. She was the best person I ever knew. I only ever heard her say one bad thing about a person and it was the truth. She wasn’t a saint, but she was kind-hearted and loving.

So what provoked this realization? My hair. I know that’s a weird one. It was for me, too. But I was sitting at work Last night and my hair was bothering me. It’s gotten too long and kept going under my shirt collar. I was ready to scream. I finally found a ponytail holder in my bag and pulled it back. Instant relief! That’s when it hit me. Years ago I would hear Mama talk about the same thing. I always encouraged her to grow her hair out. She would say, “I can’t, Amy! It bothers my neck.” I thought that was weird, but whatever! It was her hair. Now 15 years later I totally get it. It bothers mine, too. There’s this certain spot where when it hits that you are just ready to take the scissors and hack it off.

I smiled, though, at the thought of being like Mama. She was a good woman. I miss her daily. She passed away in 1996 and there hasn’t been a day since her death that I haven’t missed her. A thought of her can make my eyes fill with tears instantly. The picture for this post is really me with Mama when I was 3 and she was 27. So many moons ago. It’s my favorite picture of us. It summed up our relationship. I was always up to something and she just tried to ignore it. See? Mama was a good woman.