Clips, Cuts, and Sports

Another ritual of mine that fits my north-of-the-loop lifestyle is the monthly trip to Sport Clips. This little marketing genius targets males who don't value the "salon haircut" but still want the buzz cut done correctly within a masculinity-reinforcing "sportsy" setting. Since I moved to DFW, I've actually been moving up the hair cut ladder starting out with Supercuts, and then on to Pro*cuts (where a nice old russian lady called Malvina cut my hair every month), until now where I go to Sport Clips.



Usually they have something like sportscenter or the world poker tourney on the TV. I think they specifically train the stylists to determine if you want to small talk or not. This is one of the main reasons why I go to Sport Clips. They ask me one question about my day or something and I answer in a polite-but-I-don't-want-to-banter-so-lets-get-on-with-the-haircutting answer. And then that's it. (Malvina didn't need this training --- her english wasn't the best so she was happy not to chat either.)


In all likelihood, my next progression will be the do-it-yourself baldman's haircut. I'd like to think it is just the sun bleaching that makes it look thinner, but slowly, one hair at a time, the follicles are jumping ship. So someday, I will just take the clippers to my noggin and save the 15 bucks I spend on hair every month. But until then, I get to watch TV un-interrupted while getting my ears lowered.