Hair Care for the Fairer Sex

I'm very fortunate today. My wife has decided to take the day off to spend some time with me. Being as busy as she is, she also decided to do a few things for herself...which leads me to today's post.

I think one of the biggest differences between the sexes is how we approach certain things. One of the biggest areas is in how we get our hair done. Let's look at how my wife prepared for getting her hair cut.

This process started months ago. She researched the salons and beauticians in the area. She also spent time researching hair styles. Magazines around our house have bent corners and circled pictures to denote possible future hairsytles and colors. She called a salon, (after consulting with other women in the area), and made an appointment. (A one hour appointment.)

Today, (the day of the appointment), she woke up, took a shower, and fully did her hair. I'm talking shampoo, conditioner, blow drying, styling, hairspray. The whole 9 yards. She dressed up, looked at her magazines one more time, and left for her appointment.

How do I get ready for a hair cut? I crawl out of bed one day and realize that I look like one of the Beatles. (Yes, I am the Walrus. WOOOOOOOO!) So, I put on a hat, go to the barbershop, and get my hair cut. Straight to the point. My style? "Shorter." That's all there is to it. No bobs or layers or any of that weird stuff. Just shorter.

Then there's the post-cut process. I jump in the shower and wash the hair off of me. Then, I slap in some hair gel. Done. If its even, then its good for me. The most stress comes in discussing sports with the barber and avoiding having him rub his junk on the armrest. That's why I'm leery of short barbers.

Now for Kate, the mental aspect is much deeper. Hair is identity for a woman. Its everything. And one stray hair could spell disaster for the entire process. Going to someone unfamiliar is completely stressful. There's just a lot of questions to be answered, and they all are addressed at the same time once the cut is finished. Its one of the only times you'll see a woman cry from utter sadness and be extremely pissed at the same time.

And then there's coming home. The husband gets asked the question: "How do you like my hair?" Don't, for the love of God, ever, ever answer this question. The woman then needs time alone to play with the hair. To see how it moves and sits and everything. Dress-up ensues, to see how the hair accessorizes with shirts and earings and shoes. (Because I connect shoes with hair when I see someone... "Her hair and shoes don't match... whatever...)

So, from these comparisons I'd like to say just one thing... Lord, Thank you so so much for that Y chromosone. Amen.