Bad Hair is a Small Price to Pay
March 14th, 2007V: I think I’m going to get my haircut today.
Friend: You should go to the guy I always use. He does an amazing job.
V: Isn’t your hairdresser that gay guy they always write about in the paper?
Friend: That’s the one!
V: No thank you. I’ll never go to a gay hairdresser.
Friend: Why not? I mean, he really does a great job…
V: I’m sure he does. But he’s a gay hairdresser. Which means he’ll spend the entire hour quietly judging me.
Friend: Quietly judging you?
V: Yes, he’ll give me a terrific haircut, I’m sure. But while he’s doing it, he’ll also be examining my pores in disgust and wondering why I don’t pluck my eyebrows.
Friend: And you don’t think a woman hairdresser would do the same thing?
V: Of course she will. But in her case, I can take comfort in the fact that she’s 50lbs overweight and has a kid that looks like a retard.
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