Caring about Hair
How much do you care about hair? Do you care a lot about your own hair, as seems to be normal for women?
Do you care about your (potential) significant other’s hair as is stereotypically important for men?
I do not care much about hair, as evidenced by the picture above. My hair is a wavy mess, unless I spend half an hour straightening it. And even then it only stays straight until humidity reclaims its own.
But I have been surprised to find how much I care about Josh’s hair. We have many mutual friends and so I saw various pictures of Josh before we met. I found him quite unattractive with his revoltingly short hair.
Thankfully, Josh’s hair was the perfect length when we met, so I naturally fell tangled head over heels in love with him. All went well until a few months after we were engaged. Josh came to visit me with painfully short hair. It was, well, painful. But what can I say? Easy chastity has its price.
Somehow Josh caught onto the fact that I didn’t like his short hair and didn’t really mind when it was longish. He was perfectly happy to skip haircuts and soon his routine became only getting his hair cut before returning home to visit his family.
I would laugh at Josh’s mother and sisters as they grimaced at his drivers license picture with his collar length hair. Josh’s younger sister would mutter about him being a “woolly bear” and swear that she would never allow her husband to be anything other than perfectly clean-cut.
But then we went a while without seeing Josh’s family. His last haircut was right before Easter. Somewhere around August or September I decided that Josh really should consider getting his hair cut. He really hated the idea of scheduling an appointment, or going to a strange hairdresser, or perhaps was scared of the rumors of DC barbers selling chest hair toupées. In any case, Josh did not feel like going to get his hair cut. He told me several times that I was welcome to cut it if I liked, but I scorned such an insane idea. I have no idea how to cut hair.
Alas, desperate times call for desperate measures. By November Josh’s hair was a few inches longer than the picture above. And I figured that I couldn’t make it worse. So I watched some sketchy videos on cutting men’s hair. Somehow it turned out quite fine. We spent the next day hanging out with friends not above snarky remarks about hair and heard none. Most importantly I wondered why I hadn’t cut Josh’s hair months before.
After such success it was only natural for me to talk a suddenly reluctant Josh into trimming my hair right before Christmas. I could not handle my split ends any longer, and why should I waste money when Josh could just take a half-inch off? Five or six inches later I ended up equally happy with my haircut. Sure, it was much more of a cut than a trim, but long hair is a pain anyway.
I don’t really care that much about my hair either – I like to brush it and go. Every time I go to the hairdresser I get them to show me how I should blow dry and style my hair. I always forget and I don’t own a straightener, so what they showed me doesn’t really end up happening. haha.
I’ve cut my brother’s and my dad’s hair before. Making sure that everything is the same length is pretty easy. My parents started cutting each others hair when they were in grad school in the seventies and it was only in the last 10-15 years that my mom started going to a hair stylist.
I care. A lot. I didn’t really realize quite how much till today though (about my own hair). I haven’t gotten my hair cut since we moved and I decided at Christmas that when your bangs are past your chin, they cease to be bangs. So, I found a salon that had good reviews, even if it is on the pricey side.
I am so glad I did. My husband said that I look and act happier since my hair actually looks right again.
Now his hair is another story….I miss the “frat boy swoop” he had when we met, it’s been replaced with the “as long as the army will allow” cut. I touch it up every week, but about once a month he actually goes to get it cut.
I cut Christian’s hair. And one or the other of us cuts all our kids’ hair. (Julianna somewhat less often than the boys, b/c the boys we can use the clippers!)
Saves a ton of money. But I won’t let him touch mine. It’s a pain enough as it is.
I do… Dh I like his both ways. He’s been buzzing it off lately and I help clean up the edges. Its nice long too because it gets all curly and I LOVE curly hair lol. Mine… Eek I don’t do much with it lately and that gets to me. I used to change it all the time… dyed it, permed it, straightened it… all that fun stuff. Now… Ponytails are the norm…
wow, his hair IS long!
my husband jokes that when i met him, he was in his “Jesus phase” – which included not caring about cutting his hair. i must have been blinded by love because i honestly didn’t even notice. he has straight, thick, porcupine hair that just sticks straight out in a poof too, so looking back it did look pretty funky…and i wondered why my friends all called him Dragonball Z when he gelled it! (which, by the way, we have had many a heated cultural discussion on the appropriateness of gel). He never cuts his hair, and when he does, he does it himself. i begged him to let me do it a few times (my brothers would never let me when I was younger) So his hair alternates between very short buzz or a fade and a poof ball. I think his family had hopes I’d straighten him out in this aspect of personal hygiene, but I could really care less! As for my hair, it actually looks a lot like yours, just longer. I miss the humidity though because I could get it to really curl (by squishing after I get out of the shower) but without humidity its just a poof of waves. mine’s so long i usually get only 1 or 2 cuts a year now. i bought shears for my husband to cut mine, but i’ve only ever but my ‘bangs’ if you could call them that.
Now, if you would have asked about FACIAL hair…now that’s something that I have an opinion on. i’m a sucker his dirty beard
Rae, you crack me up.
Apparently I’m kind of picky about hair. For years, I would let mine grow until I couldn’t stand it/brush it (easily) anymore, and then I’d hack off 10+ inches (and still have hair just below shoulder-length). And then I went and had it cut last Thursday, and it’s shorter than it’s been in about 12 years, and I love it. But since it’s short and layered and all that, I’ll have to go back every 8ish weeks to maintain it. We’ll see how long it lasts. (I might even go shorter!)
DJ keeps asking me to cut his hair, but I’m afraid I’ll butcher it. To which he always responds “we can always buzz it off if you don’t like it or if it’s really that bad.” (See how it’s if *I* don’t like it?) To which I always reply “there is no way I am buzzing your hair; that’s too short.” His hair is just so straight and stubborn in how it grows. Maybe I’ll get over my silly fears and just do it. He could use a trim anyway, and the barber shop he’s been going to leaves his hair in such a way that it could turn into a mullet – and THAT is unacceptable.
I love playing with my husbands hair, the longer the better.
But mine is just a pain, I’d rather cut it off. Fortunatly my husband loves my hair messy and wild and BIG (think 80′s)because that’s what it looks like unless I do something special to it. 
And where are the ‘after’ pictures?
I must say, I like The Man’s hair short…and fortunately so does he.
Mine on the other hand, longer is better for someone who only gets around to getting it cut about 2x a year.
Personally, I like short-hair, clean-shaven men. Always have. In my college years I dated military and law enforcement…a lot. Guess that’s what I like. My husband likes his longer, but works a job where it has to be kept short anyway.
When i first met my husband, he was still having his mother cut his hair, so it always looked rather dorky. At some point he must have rebelled,and now he is refusing to have it cut at all. I’ve trimmed it a couple of times, but its been years since it had a real cut. Really, I’d love for him to have a proper cut, because our scissors aren’t the best, and there is only so much you can do with inadequate tools, but I don’t mind it longer.
I’m sometimes embarassed to admit how cheap we are about haircuts! I’ve paid too much for bad haircuts and too little for good haircuts, so I cut my own hair now too, and my husband makes sure it’s mostly even in the back. I started cutting his shortly after we were married (“Wahl makes it easy!”), but he took over doing his own at some point. Since he’s military, short is the only option, although in college he grew it long during a year in Rome – eurostudent style. Kids have yet to darken the door of a hair cuttery, although my older boys are getting a little pickier. No one has ever asked me “who does your hair,” but oh well!