So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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For a while I had trouble with Zac. I even had to sit in the chair with him once and restrain him under the barber's cover. He played up so much, I ended up giving up and leaving. I was SO embarrassed!
For a long while I would just chase him around the house with scissors grabbing him and cutting what I could...not very often... as I just didn't have the fortitude to fight him! He looked like a little shabby heathen most days.
Those days are long gone as he now insists on very expensive designer cuts and he spends more time on his hair than ME! He blowdries it, then straightens it...every day! He looks gorgeous!
A young Hamlet...perhaps an updated version for the modern world?
They gave my Dean a buzzcut while i was there and I almost cried.
There must be a happy medium somewhere.
Great pics of your great kids.
As for designer/blow/groom... is there something wroooong with that?
Give me a bloke that deosn't care how he looks any day of the week!
1. If it doesn't matter, what's the dif?
2. I'll bet you never look at ungroomed women.
3. We are just talking about a professional haricut and blowing it out ourselves, right? Not "The Man Who Fell to Earth"?
1) ultimately people can do whatever they want. The fact that young men are embracing such aspects strikes me as a depressing for two reasons:
i) it only matters in the sense that often times concentration on superficial appearance comes at the expense of substance.
ii) it has already (and will increasingly) contribute to those problems that previously plagued young women in the majority (anorexia, bulimia, self-image related anxiety/depression). I kind of hoped that greater equality of the sexes might have resulted in less pressure on girls, rather than more on boys.
2) quite the opposite. I loathe the 'made up' look and find women who spend large amounts of time on their appearance not all that attractive. Give me 'natural' beauty any day of the week. People are like gardens in that sense. Keep it simple so that the upkeep is minimal!
3) David Bowie? Umm, I'm not sure. I'm talking about fashionistas who are driven by their own insecurities to contribute to a commercialisation of insecurity to sell stuff to people who don't feel very good about themselves, when ultimately, it doesn't matter.
I don't even use a conditioner. I can't remember the last time I wore makeup of any kind. There's more, but I'll stop with that.
Bless.
Most people really don't need it.
I had a female flatmate years ago that fair dinkum would disappear into the bathroom for a good hour and a half every morning to do god knows what in front of a mirror. There'd also be a good 25 minutes at the end of the day scraping things off. It wss a bugger if you needed to use the dunny and I'm not sure that it made much of a difference...