My friend Des recently posted a great rant about a hideous article she read in the Washington Post about two douche bags who opened a salon for men. That in and of itself doesn’t bother me too much, but this is no regular salon for men. No way, Jose! This salon hires women to cut men’s hair, do pedicures and manicures, and wax hairy backs, and requires them to wear a bikini as their uniform. This makes me irate.
However, what insults me about this joint is that the women are then trained to be able to talk about sports. Further, when the clients get tired of their blather, they are told to shut up so that men can watch real sports on TV.
Look, there are plenty of women out there who don’t need training when it comes to talking about sports. I’m sorry if we don’t happen to look good in bikinis. Most of us sports fans enjoy a hot dog or two while we cheer our team on.
Although, incidentally, it might not be bad if all people who cut hair would shut up every once in a while. Then the burned out hippie guy who is having a coiled snake tattooed up his entire leg who cuts my hair would not say scary racist things that make me not want to go back there ever again. I can deal with the tattoo, and in fact I am glad that Des told me he was getting one because I wondered why he shaved his legs. (Not that there’s anything wrong with men shaving their legs; I was just curious why he did.) I can deal with the fact that he seems to suffer from acid flashbacks while he uses sharp objects on me. But his disturbing casual racism (he told another friend that the guy renovating the apartment next door did not know what he was doing because he is black, and therefore unskilled and homeless) is preventing me from going back for a good, affordable haircut. I gotta draw the line somewhere.
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I find it funny that it's his racism--not his potential to be a serial killer--that's keeping you from getting your hair cut there again...
ReplyDeleteOkay, I kid. But seriously, one of these days, you're going to read about the Acid Flashback Killer, and gasp and say, "Oh my god, that man used to cut my hair!"
If you find somewhere else that's as cheap and as good, I'm so there with you. After I stop using my free coupon that he doesn't remember.
ReplyDeleteOne of the reasons I cut that article out was to give to you in case I didn't end up ranting about it. So it's good that you still did.
i always like to imagine the same type of thing for the other gender. like who the hell would want some skanky hairy gross man in speedos cutting their hair. just ew.
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