I've been disappointed with my last few haircuts. I feel like they're growing out too blunt and square on top and around the edges. Perhaps this is what happens when I ask for some fauxhawk touches. I'm getting my haircut by the family hairdresser in Florida (the wonderful Kevin, he's cut all our hair for probably 12+ years), and I think I'm going to have it go all-pixie. I'm also thinking of trying to grow out the top a little bit- I do like it close around the ears and the back but it might be good to have some more on top, maybe like this. Also my hair is so straight and heavy, it might not look like that unless I gave it a lot of attention and I don't know if I have that energy. We'll see.

I maintain that if god didn't want me to have an outrageously ambitious combover then I wouldn't have long thick hair in what's left of my active follicles

I haven't had a haircut for 15 years at least. Not that my hair gets all that long, it's so curly, which is why I quit having it cut, because apparently nobody on earth can style it in a way that doesn't look stupid to me. I pin it up when it's in my way. Last year I got sick of coloring it so now it's going all gray. Long gray frizz appears to be my ultimate hair fate.

I've been growing my hair out for about... gee, maybe a year now? For a long, long time it was like this, which is still an excellent go-to if I want it, but I've been sort of trying to see if this time with long hair will be different in one way or another. A year ago was also when I started blowdrying for the first time in like 15 years, and using this ridiculous and awesome oil that actually does work wonders and make my head feel good.

This is all to say that I washed my hair this morning after it had been, like, crawly-itchy-gross-sweaty for the whole weekend, and OH it feels so good. I feel human.

Also, my husband desperately needs a haircut, because he looks like the woman in my choir who sings too loud, and we can't have that.

P.S. The most epic live combover I've ever seen (as opposed to the guy from Ally McBeal) belongs to this guy (scroll down to the bottom), who is the current keyboard player for one of my husband's favorite bands. He is a well known audio engineer who only uses analog equipment, so I am kind of surprised that the whole authenticity thing doesn't go all the way.

I'm having my hair cut this Friday. It's far, far too long and all the layers have grown out. I can't do anything with it other than tie it back or put it up. So tomorrow I'm going to do my base colour, so that my lovely hairdresser can do my highlights, and at the same time he can cut 3" off it and add some more layers.

I haven't had a haircut since...March 2012. (Wow, I thought it had been longer than that.) I'm currently growing it out somewhat since I think it looks better for dance, even though I've been wearing it in a pony at work and a bun at home because it gets in my damned way. I also miss my purple hair just about every day. I loved it and I got nothing but compliments on it. However, while I doubt my current workplace would care (or even notice, tbh), I am still kinda sorta job hunting and I have a feeling most places would frown on purple hair. Plus, I don't feel like dealing with the bitching from my folks. (Last time I did the purple, I did it while away at school and didn't tell them until I showed up at the house to work a volleyball tournament over Easter weekend.)

I do love my hair stylist though, but she is super expensive.

I am a person with seriously curly hair, and I gave up dying it many years ago, so it is salt and pepper. I used to keep it long, clipped back with a big jeweled hair clip in a base of the neck pony tail, but for Halloween (no kidding) about 5 years ago I cut it. I have an awesome hair stylist. who I found online, who keeps it a bit below chin level, and I find with a little application of Lush and DHC product, it looks pretty respectable. It is sort of like this, only I don't do bangs. I see my stylist, who has a home office, every 6 weeks, and next appointment is on Wednesday.

I love my hair. I inherited a curl from my grandfather that shows up when it grows out a little bit, and even though that used to make my mom cry because it reminded her of her kid brother who died young, it's a connection with my ancestors, and since I was raised without much of a sense of identity since my dad did classified work and you can't go bragging about a cipher, it's nice to feel like there's some connection being handed to me from generations past. Right now the curl is in full effect.

Through my life I have learned to love the hair that runs down my neck and across my shoulders and down my back and covers my chest and stomach and pretty much everywhere but the soles of my feet and the palms of my hands. I was frequently made to feel ashamed of this hair when I was younger, but recently I feel like the constant shaming, putdowns, jokes and other negative reinforcement that society levels on men with body hair (they even call it "excess," like it's some abnormality, wtf) is a problem with them, not me. Like they say, motherfuckers gonna motherfuck.

Okay, I'm still reluctant to take my shirt off in public and I still feel like those assholes who talk shit about men's body hair can rot in fucking hell, but I'm getting better all the time and finally I know that there isn't anything wrong with me. I'm beautiful the way I am.

Anyway, that's probably not what you were asking but when did I ever answer only the question asked?

I am midway through a hair harvest. For the last dozen years or so I have let my hair grow out, then cut it and donate it for wigs for cancer kids. This time the hair seems to be growing a little more slowly than usual, so I will definitely not be getting it cut until next year. It's length has just reached the point where I actually have to start combing it again lol

My hair is an anomaly, given my ethnicity. I should have coarse, frizzy hair like everyone else in my family, but I don't. Evidently, I get my hair from a Croatian maternal great grandmother. She was tall and fair with smooth hair, and I take after her.

For years I longed for the fuller, bushier black hair that my female relatives all possess. My sisters can braid their hair and it will stay that way, without using any pins or bands to hold it in place. They have gobs and gobs of hair. They wake up with spectacular bed head. They complain about fullness and humidity frizz. I was so envious, because my hair was smooth and straight. I used to cry because my hair was so "slippery", that bands would slide right off. I felt like I somehow was missing out on some important part of being a woman in our family.

I still envy women their curly hair, I suppose I always will, but now I love my hair.
My hair is shiny and soft, and I never have to comb it, I can run my fingers through it and it's done. I never have to blow dry or style it. It's flat and straight as a board, and I like it just fine. I get it cut once a year or so, when it veers into plural wife territory. Other than that, I don't bother much with it, and I realize now how awesome that can be. Some days, I wish my hair were blonde, or red, and sometimes I would like short, spiky hair, or long curls (curls like Merida in Brave!), but I make do with what I've got.

My brown hair is straight, and my grey hairs are curly, which makes the whole lot a bit of a mess to my eyes. it's cut in a simple style, chin-length with shorter layers at the back. I haven't yet worked out the logistics of getting a haircut while accompanied by a small baby, so it's getting a bit long.

Overall I like it - it's thick, and in good condition. I have never had my grey coloured at age 34, so I probably never will now.

Hugh: I'm all in favour of that kind of hair on men. Not that you need validation from me, but perhaps a datapoint of approval is useful...

Hugh, your curly hair is lovely.

Aw thanks guys, I feel a little embarrassed for working myself up like that, but you know, you hear and read all kinds of nasty stuff standing in line at the supermarket checkout.

I agree, Hugh - my partner is rather fuzzy as well, and I love it.

My hair... it's mostly up in a bun these days. The last cut I got was the ends trimmed back in January, and I got the straightening done to it (the one that's really formaldehyde, that wears off - keratin!). It made it a bit more manageable, but I am not a blowing it out sort of girl, so it didn't make much of a difference. It's thick, and has been frizzy lately, due to all the humidity.

What can you do with waist length hair, anyway? But I like it long, and so does my partner, so I'll leave it that way, mostly. I've noticed more gray hairs, lately, but my great-grandmother was completely white when she was old, with really long hair, so I hope to follow in her footsteps. Maybe not quite yet.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: say no to body stubble.

TPS, big yes to that hairstyle.

People are weird about hair. In this case I'm talking about people who are not me and my hair. I really have no idea if other people go through this but I get the idea they don't. Strangers think they can touch my hair or ask odd questions, and not when it's pink or in some Mad Max cascading dread thing, but just lying there doing nothing. Since this applies to other aspects of my appearance and people are routinely horrified when i tell them about it, I really don't think most people have to deal with this kind of thing, but specific to hair, I find some people get really attached to NOT THEIR HAIR and ascribe a lot of baggage to NOT THEIR HAIR.

Once i chopped off my very long hair into very short hair and this guy made an exclamation to the effect that i had somehow betrayed my own existence--?-- which says a lot about who he thought i was. Also, a bunch of people did not recognize me at all, which lead to some really funny conversations/propositions.

I grew up with people doing things to my hair without my input (the volumes i could write about that) then a series of... unsatisfying haircuts (I'm not going to mention the woman who suddenly decided to give me bangs) that all led to my just doing it myself for over a decade. Some time well before that other people kept asking me to do their hair for reasons i do not understand. They always seem really happy with it. Who knows. Must. Stop. Digressing--

A couple years ago I got my first professional haircut in over a decade because I wanted something specific that involved a lot of layering. It was with my mom's hairdresser and I think it's the first person I've entirely trusted with my hair.
Over the last year I was doing a lot of drag pageant hair and playing with looking drastically different. It's interesting to see who does and doesn't recognize you and why.

A few months ago i went back and got basically the same haircut as last time but a bit shorter and more severe and it was great, like whenever you see yourself, thinking, "Hey, now that's a good haircut." It's grown out about to where I wanted it now but this is pretty much fool proof without losing any versatility/functionality. It's mostly being wasted, though, and I'll probably let it go for another year unless i have a reason to do otherwise.

Why can't I have hair like The Whelk?

I'm not fond of my hair and it doesn't help my looks, but it's so easy and cheap to look after that every time I consider doing something with it, I stop at all the work required to maintain a good hairstyle. I've never known how to do any of the things needed to style hair and am intimidated by the thought.

My hair is very fine, long and blow-away frizzy. I haven't had it cut in years. It's always in a bun. I don't like my face so I don't spend time looking at it or my hair: path of least resistance.

In other hair news, it might be time for Oliver's first haircut. BUT I would hate to lose the sweet curls on the back of his head. Maybe they could just trim around the front a little?

Awww, 1st haircut. sweet. Msali, I always wanted straight thick hair. Janetland's hair is gorgeous. Hugh, you sound like a wookie, in the best possible way. I have white hair with a few remaining threads of black. Thick, coarse, wavy-curly, and way overdue for a cut. I expect to be looking for work soon and will probably get it cut to chin length. For most of this hot, humid summer, it's been in a bun, braid or otherwise restrained, plus I use gobs of gel and silicon shine gel.

#2 razor all over about once a month at SuperCuts. I really should get a razor and just do it myself but I'm too lazy. I just find hair annoying.

I have a slightly wavy, variably curly, lightly goldenred natural full head's worth. I have had MULTIPLE little old ladies on ambulance trolleys, blue from lack of breath, use their wheezy last gasps to compliment me on my hair when they saw me as they came in through the Emergency room doors to get their heart attacks or emphysema treated. For serious. I had to tell them all (we are talking more than a handful, less than a pitchfork's worth, over a few years) to shut the hell up and just breathe he O2 from the masks they were wearing. If they weren't so life-threateningly scary events, they would have been fall-down laughingly outrageous little scenes.

I've always asked barbers/hairdressers to "make my hair longer please". The variableness of the wave/curl changes with length and wetness incl. humidity. I've always been more hippy in the tropics. But I always wanted to have proper long hair. Trouble is, it starts going wild and flops back in on itself after a certain length and I (always reluctantly) have to get a cutter to attack the forest of wavecurls to bring about some semblance of order and social decorum to the mop. I even had dreads once, for maybe 6 months. They weren't overly formed, but they were ok and well on their way. I couldn't work out how to 'feel' sufficiently hygenic or scratch properly (despite going in the surf every day), so I had to kill that plan too.

My last haircut a few weeks ago was pretty awful. It started out with my being asked for my name/addi/email/phone which raised the hackles - guys like me, will mostly only hit a hairdresser a few times a year, if that, but when a hairdresser throw out some initial privacy invasion crap (they say it's for a possible discount with enough return visits - fine for coffee, a bit dumb for haircuts) AND THEN proceed to NOT cut the hair exactly as was requested in brief but precise detail, well... fuck 'em. I sure won't be going back there. It's not AWFUL such that I hide myself, but she either didn't hear me or simply defied me because I kicked up a bit of a stink about the name/email etc. Whichever way, she's not getting my return business.

But speaking 'return business' .... it seems that with this comment I've returned to Metachat, after not being here for some 7 years or so! Of course, it was only because I was so dumb I mean cavalier to have my password as 123123 (updated now!).
(and I have the gall to complain about privacy invasion!)

Hola!

I'm continuing to go greyer and greyer, but I'm alright with that. The white in my beard is a little more daunting, but I'm pretty much okay with that too. Also, I suspect my years of growing long hair might be done, but one can never tell. This short look has been sticking, though.

In the sun through my sunroof, I sometimes think I can see some of the ginger that my dad had, in my hair, but I'm not sure.

And, Hugh, I hear ya. I was filled with shame by the time I was 22, fearful of taking my shirt off due to the little kidney warmers I was growing! Little did I know then, that I'd end up with my whole back and shoulders covered eventually. I've seen hairier guys, sure, but I've got lots. It took me YEARS to realize that the female friends who would go on at length about how disgusting hair on men could be had little idea how much they affected me. One upswing of that was that I realized that it was worth being cautious when expressing personal preferences in hateful terms - no one needs to feel shame about how they look just because they don't suit MY tastes. Anyway, my current gf seems to like it, and I couldn't be happier. It is what it is, and it's pretty nice to be loved for who you are!

What hair? I started losing my hair when I was about 16 (yay, genetics!) and all I've really got left is what's around the sides and back. It's also been going gradually grey over the last 5 years or so and, the last time I had to put appearance details on a form, I realised that I could no longer get away with putting 'brown' in the 'hair colour' box, which made me feel stupidly depressed. Like richat, the white beard hair is somehow more daunting, but what ya gonna do?

I haven't been to a hairdresser for maybe a decade. Once it got to the point where, no matter how I cut it, I looked bald, I started trimming it with clippers at #2. I was sorting out some old photos a while ago and came across this photo, which my kids thought was hilarious, given they've never really seen me with hair.

TPS, when he was a baby, my son had the most gorgeous curly red-blond hair. When I brought him home from his first haircut, his mother burst into tears because her baby had vanished and been replaced with a cute little boy. Might want to brace yourself ;-)

My hair's grown in nice and thick over the past year, down below my shoulders, chestnut brown, as my birth mother used to call it (hers was the same), and only a few grays (not bad for 47). I was planning to get it cut at the salon, maybe with an auburn rinse for kicks, on the cruise ship in a couple weeks (I liked the cut I got on our cruise last August, just below chin level, which was my last haircut), but it looked so pretty after I washed it this week, bushy and pinned back (like my old high school days), I hesitate to cut it (though I probably will -- my adopted mom always says I look better with shorter hair, and she's probably right). I never understood the straighten your hair thing -- I wish mine was even curlier.

I could live without the hairs on my chin that have sprouted in later years, though.

(Hairy men are sexy, IMHO. I love Jon's hairy legs.)