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  • #16
    That poor kid in the OP is exactly why, in the 6th grade, I rebelled and never let my hair be cut again. Well, except right before or after a divorce, surgery, or other life-altering experience. I can count 4 haircuts (more than just an inch or so) in the past 30+ years, and 2 of them were in the past 4 years because of surgeries.
    Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end.

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    • #17
      Quoth Plaidman View Post
      I like girls with shorter hair. Not buzzcuts per say, but I like shorter hair.


      Then again, I've always been more attractive to tom girls then other girls.
      To be perfectly honest, girls with short hair creep me out.

      I mean, I can honestly say that even though most of my friends don't consider her attractive, I can look at my fiance almost no matter what and always be attracted to her, and here I mean like, not "I would hit that", like "Holy shit she's beautiful!". Last year, however, she got her hair cut short, and to this day every time I see her picture from that time period I cringe!

      I'm sure to some people, it's a great look, as your post has proven, but I just get chills up my spine every time I see a girl with short hair.
      "Darling, you are a bitch. I'm joining the Navy." -Cinema Guy 4/30/2009

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      • #18
        When I was a kid, I had LONG hair. When it was cut short finally (when I was 15, I believe) someone finally FINALLY asked who the "cute boy" was. Only time I was called that.

        Ever.

        I'm STILL called Ma'am.

        Even when I correct them no one believes me.


        I'm a boy, dammit.
        Now a member of that alien race called Management.

        Yeah, you see that right. Pink. Harness.

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        • #19
          Quoth Primer View Post
          That poor kid in the OP is exactly why, in the 6th grade, I rebelled and never let my hair be cut again. Well, except right before or after a divorce, surgery, or other life-altering experience. I can count 4 haircuts (more than just an inch or so) in the past 30+ years, and 2 of them were in the past 4 years because of surgeries.
          In the last ... 10-15 years I've only had the occasional short cuts. So at the moment, it often gets caught in my belt.

          So - every so often guys (usually rev-heads driving past) will make some sort of comment or give the me the occasional wolf-whistle.

          One of the best times was when a group of guys got on a bus and actually walked past me to go to the bakc (and I even had a full beard at the time). Not long after, I hear one guy going on about this hair and how much he wanted to touch it. And one of the other guys trying to remind him that I was a guy that they had walked past. He actually came down to check... I was amused. (sort of.....).

          I had a couple of real short bowl cuts as a kid...never again!!!!!
          When I said "From my research", what I actually meant to say was "Made shit up" - from a thottbot thread

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          • #20
            When I was eighteen and got my first retail job, people used to mistake me for a girl. People would come up behind me and say, "Excuse me, Ma'am, could you...?" It didn't happen ALL the time, but it did happen more than a couple of times.

            In their defense (the customers), my hair was somewhat long at the time. It wasn't long enough to put in a ponytail or anything like that, but it was a little longer than most guys wore their hair. Plus, I had fairly delicate features at the time. My skin was pretty light complected and had a soft look to it. My features are still a little bit like this today, but not as much so. I am also not a very big guy. I'm not tiny, but I'm a little smaller than average. So I guess I can't be too hard on people who accidentally guessed the wrong gender when addressing me.

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            • #21
              Lets see. I didn't get an actual haircut until I was about 9, and that was an unfortunate decision on my mothers part to let her friend practice haircutting. I ended up with one of the 80's-tastic "feathered" haircuts. You know the ones, they make your whole head look like a furry butt.

              I didn't allow anyone to cut my hair again till I was 16 or so, and being a teenager, and into punk rock, a simple bang trim that I botched turned into. "Wouldn't it be cool to shave my head?" I even left little pieces of bangs that I shaped into horns. My mother about sh$t a brick when she saw it. During the growing out phase I dyed, bleached, and egg whited into madness. I think at one point there were five inch purple liberty spikes adorning my head.

              Oddly enough no one has ever suspected I was a man, just "different"

              My hair is now approaching the belt line, and I intend to keep it that way, even if it spends most of it's time in a bun.
              Girls do not exist on the intarweb.

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