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What’s the worst someone’s messed up your hair?
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Join the club Sweetie. We Know we look good, but those mirrors don't be lying.
Buzz cuts were reality growing up with Dad in the military. If the hair got near the ears...
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Went to Chinatown near skid row to get a cheap haircut after work as I was having a family dinner at my dads right after. Guy looked to be 90 and spoke no English so I already knew this wasn’t going to be good. First thing he does after I finish explaining what I want to him, is shave a line straight through the middle of my head…so shaved head it is. Didn’t use a neck collar shield, so hair everywhere down my shirt. He then gets a house vacuum from the closet and proceeds to vacuum my head with the metal part. The entire situation was just pretty funny at that point. Got to my dad’s and took a shower and just had full on patches of missed hair, so he gave me his beard trimmer and a razor and I just bic’d it at his house.
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Damn man that’s way worse than my situation. That’s wildI'm used to it when I finally get to the point my head is way too hot and I'm just like fuck this.
Dated a girl for 2 months one time, shaved my head, she broke up with me next day.
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Way, way back, like mid 1980’s, we would have bottle rocket fights. We’d light them and try to time the throw with when you thought the fuse would light the powder, pretty much try to time i the bottle rocket taking off with your release. And of course, aim it at one of your friends. And if you were lucky enough, your girlfriend would be off to the side just watching, usually in a group of 3-4 other girls.
There was this girl, I still remember her first and last names, Tiffany. Not giving you her last name you deviants. She had curly, shoulder length hair, remember this was the 80’s. She probably had an entire can of aquanet in that hair. She was standing off to the side, just watching, and a wayward bottle rocket, lit, happened to streak directly into her curls basically at the same level as one of her ears. It immediately got all tangled up, hissed and screeched, blew up. And it caught her hair on fire.
It sounds awful but no lasting damage occurred unless you count the emotional trauma a 13-14 year old girl would experience when half of her hair is gone on one side. It actually was terrible. I don’t think that this was the reason but it may have contributed, after that school year, she transferred schools.
Oh. We also used to do the mangled, knotted up rubber band thing to people regardless of gender back then too. A few of those had to be cut out of people’s hair too. We would typically drop them in someone’s hair as we exited the school bus and they were still riding. A parting gift.
The good ol’ days. Maybe I should bring it back at work. Man, kids can be a*$holes.
There was this girl, I still remember her first and last names, Tiffany. Not giving you her last name you deviants. She had curly, shoulder length hair, remember this was the 80’s. She probably had an entire can of aquanet in that hair. She was standing off to the side, just watching, and a wayward bottle rocket, lit, happened to streak directly into her curls basically at the same level as one of her ears. It immediately got all tangled up, hissed and screeched, blew up. And it caught her hair on fire.
It sounds awful but no lasting damage occurred unless you count the emotional trauma a 13-14 year old girl would experience when half of her hair is gone on one side. It actually was terrible. I don’t think that this was the reason but it may have contributed, after that school year, she transferred schools.
Oh. We also used to do the mangled, knotted up rubber band thing to people regardless of gender back then too. A few of those had to be cut out of people’s hair too. We would typically drop them in someone’s hair as we exited the school bus and they were still riding. A parting gift.
The good ol’ days. Maybe I should bring it back at work. Man, kids can be a*$holes.
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Nah don’t play that card. I had plans with my steroid use over the next couple months. Now I have to drop my dose for a couple different reasons
is that healthier in the long run? Maybe.. but id rather that decision rest in my hands.. not in the hands of some dumb bitch at Great Clips
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See, now thats a good line
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When I was about 14 in the mid 90's, I cultivated a look reminiscent of Joey Lawrence in Blossom; leather Harley jacket with a flannel around the waist. The main difference was I had longer hair in a beautiful shimmering ponytail.
Around this time, I also started going to arcades and getting into fighting games, mainly King of Fighters 94. I was hopeless at first, but had some friends with basic Street Fighter familiarity to help me along. Unfortunately, the most conveniently-located arcade was filled with the kind of adult assholes that would wait for a novice to pop a quarter into an empty machine, then immediately hop on player 2 side, just to kick you off the machine, and then give their game away (not to you though). One of them was particularly cruel toward me considering I was half his age and half his weight.
Started going to other arcades, but this was still my main, and eventually I started getting some wins. By the time KoF95 came around, I had a crazy amount of hours just on Goro Daimon alone and when I was on my game, I was almost unbeatable (once even took on a full 8hr shift of challengers with the first quarter I entered).
Big arcade bully's wins became less and less frequent, and, at least my arcade, if you played a grappler with any degree of proficiency, you were DESPISED. "Puro agarrar!" was the common term. "All you do is grab" with the implication being that its cowardly/dishonorable. So the fact that I was eating everyone up with a grappler elevated me from bullying victim to someone he absolutely despised. That's when he started dipping his toe into physical bullying, literally shoulder checking my 130 lb ass when he wouldn't've been able to cut down to LHW.
One day, I got a particularly gnarly shutout on him and when he walked away and got behind me, that's when it happened.
It was the first and only time anyone ever fucked with my hair. I was buying goddamn horse shampoo for my glorious mane and this H.G. Wells's Morlock decides to put his cilantro-stinking hands on my ponytail.
It was also the first time I had ever struck someone without it just being defensive instinct or impulse or reaction or anything other than a conscious decision. No anger, just calm disassociation, and one simple thought: "he has pulled my hair; ergo, hitting him is the only logical next step".
It was magical. He was somewhere behind me but I didn't know exactly where; how far back or off to what side. I simply felt the earth tell me exactly where his face was. So I spun right to face him as fast as I could, my right backfist whipping out with the full force of my spin. It connected loud and even the machines seemed to have gone quiet. His head whipped violently from the strike and he tilted a few degrees, as if the weight of his French Mastiff skull might knock him off balance.
My plan had no "Step #2" though. I was missing the "logical next step" after this one. Time just kinda stood still for a moment. When he straightened up and his eyes met mine, all of this within 1-2 seconds tops, I could see that he had come to the same conclusion I had: "hitting him is the only logical next step". And unfortunately for me, we were all the way in the far back end of the arcade, which was basically shaped like a long hallway, and he was between me and my way out.
That was the first time I accessed the Speed Force. I don't know if it was his hand about to reach for me, or if it was his foot about to take a step, but the instant I saw any movement toward me, I suddenly invented bearcrawl sprinting and zipped past his hand. Once I was near the exit I knew that he could never reach me so I stopped and turned around just in time to see him giving my backpack the "gorilla testing luggage" treatment. I couldn't really do anything but leave it to its fate. Thankfully, I have a really good friend (we still game online most weekends actually) who eventually caught up to me and had my beat-up backpack with him.
I went back to the arcade a couple days later, because I'm stupid. Bully showed up shortly after. It appeared he had done some reflecting, because although he was still putting up some potty-mouthed bravado, it was clear he had no interest in the legal ramifications of crippling a 14yr old. We had a talk (the arcade owner serving as kind of an arbiter / security) and then we were cool after that. In fact, a few years later when I started going to community college, he saw me at a bus stop in the rain gave me a ride. Never saw him again after that, but at least our minor role in each other's lives ended on a pleasant note.
So anyway, point of the story is Goro Daimon will always be my favorite grappler and I will never forgive SNK for excluding him from KoF15.
EDIT: oh, was this thread more about salons n stylists? Well, I ain't deleting it.
Around this time, I also started going to arcades and getting into fighting games, mainly King of Fighters 94. I was hopeless at first, but had some friends with basic Street Fighter familiarity to help me along. Unfortunately, the most conveniently-located arcade was filled with the kind of adult assholes that would wait for a novice to pop a quarter into an empty machine, then immediately hop on player 2 side, just to kick you off the machine, and then give their game away (not to you though). One of them was particularly cruel toward me considering I was half his age and half his weight.
Started going to other arcades, but this was still my main, and eventually I started getting some wins. By the time KoF95 came around, I had a crazy amount of hours just on Goro Daimon alone and when I was on my game, I was almost unbeatable (once even took on a full 8hr shift of challengers with the first quarter I entered).
Big arcade bully's wins became less and less frequent, and, at least my arcade, if you played a grappler with any degree of proficiency, you were DESPISED. "Puro agarrar!" was the common term. "All you do is grab" with the implication being that its cowardly/dishonorable. So the fact that I was eating everyone up with a grappler elevated me from bullying victim to someone he absolutely despised. That's when he started dipping his toe into physical bullying, literally shoulder checking my 130 lb ass when he wouldn't've been able to cut down to LHW.
One day, I got a particularly gnarly shutout on him and when he walked away and got behind me, that's when it happened.
It was the first and only time anyone ever fucked with my hair. I was buying goddamn horse shampoo for my glorious mane and this H.G. Wells's Morlock decides to put his cilantro-stinking hands on my ponytail.
It was also the first time I had ever struck someone without it just being defensive instinct or impulse or reaction or anything other than a conscious decision. No anger, just calm disassociation, and one simple thought: "he has pulled my hair; ergo, hitting him is the only logical next step".
It was magical. He was somewhere behind me but I didn't know exactly where; how far back or off to what side. I simply felt the earth tell me exactly where his face was. So I spun right to face him as fast as I could, my right backfist whipping out with the full force of my spin. It connected loud and even the machines seemed to have gone quiet. His head whipped violently from the strike and he tilted a few degrees, as if the weight of his French Mastiff skull might knock him off balance.
My plan had no "Step #2" though. I was missing the "logical next step" after this one. Time just kinda stood still for a moment. When he straightened up and his eyes met mine, all of this within 1-2 seconds tops, I could see that he had come to the same conclusion I had: "hitting him is the only logical next step". And unfortunately for me, we were all the way in the far back end of the arcade, which was basically shaped like a long hallway, and he was between me and my way out.
That was the first time I accessed the Speed Force. I don't know if it was his hand about to reach for me, or if it was his foot about to take a step, but the instant I saw any movement toward me, I suddenly invented bearcrawl sprinting and zipped past his hand. Once I was near the exit I knew that he could never reach me so I stopped and turned around just in time to see him giving my backpack the "gorilla testing luggage" treatment. I couldn't really do anything but leave it to its fate. Thankfully, I have a really good friend (we still game online most weekends actually) who eventually caught up to me and had my beat-up backpack with him.
I went back to the arcade a couple days later, because I'm stupid. Bully showed up shortly after. It appeared he had done some reflecting, because although he was still putting up some potty-mouthed bravado, it was clear he had no interest in the legal ramifications of crippling a 14yr old. We had a talk (the arcade owner serving as kind of an arbiter / security) and then we were cool after that. In fact, a few years later when I started going to community college, he saw me at a bus stop in the rain gave me a ride. Never saw him again after that, but at least our minor role in each other's lives ended on a pleasant note.
So anyway, point of the story is Goro Daimon will always be my favorite grappler and I will never forgive SNK for excluding him from KoF15.
EDIT: oh, was this thread more about salons n stylists? Well, I ain't deleting it.
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I went to a new haircutter. She was hispanic, spoke little English. And she bowl cut my hair. No bowl used but it had that appearance. I'm exaggerating a bit but her idea of what my hair should look like didn't sit well with me. And I'm pretty laid back about how my hair is cut.
Love my current hair stylist. She is a keeper.
Love my current hair stylist. She is a keeper.
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For all of a few months I worked as an apprentice at a trendy posh hair salon. I had beautiful long curly thick hair and this fat, ugly other apprentice cut a fringe into it so short it was like an 2" long. Took forever to grow out.
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Was probably from the fiberglass
