Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

I had this slicked back thing going for a while, which usually degraded to a cross between Amer Psycho and a Mullet. My wife had me get one of those "comb forward" haircuts that are all the style these days, so now its kind of undone and messed up all the time (until it gets long and flat again). This hairccut is really easy to work. That Amer Psycho cut was fucking impossible. It'd fall down on the sides of my face and get in my eyes and make me look like some low rent Eurpean model imitator some days. Others, it'd make me look like some fruitcake Gordon Gekko imitator.

When a woman tells you to change your hair, do it. This is much better.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

Fine, you're my second true friend.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

I actually hate that. They pull your hair and it fucking kills.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

They do for me.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

Of course, in your case, George's name is pronounced Zhwazh.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

Who's working the camera here?

Maybe I should read the entire exchange...

For PLF
 

The Shins Will Change Your Life (spree: blog that excerpts fawning music reviews)

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

We weren't talking about you playing catcher to Penke's pitcher. Just tell him to lighten up at bit.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

I take odd comfort in the fact that you see me as the pitcher. NTTAWWT.

eta: i like the head massage, but my hair girl is a girl, a bosomy girl. And newly pregnant. Bonus!

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

I'm totally shaved. Penske wouldn't have it any othher way.

Congrats, you've dragged me to a new low. I previously thought it unposssible.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

Yeh, well now I'm pregnant. What am I going to tell my wife?

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

Sebby probably is more comfortable with the occasional boob-brush than he would be with the periodic schlong-swipe.

I recently replaced my obese colorist with a straight guy hairdresser (I had never before encountered one of these before and meeting him was like seeing a white bengal tiger in person (hi, Roy!)). Anyway, the heavy woman (I'm guessing 300 pounds or so) was a good colorist, but it was a bit odd being constantly rubbed by her body. Unavoidable for her, I guess. And for all you fattists, I didn't leave her because of her girth - though I'm guessing it keeps her from being fully booked up despite her skillz. I left her because she couldn't do my color the way I liked it (I wanted not natural-looking and all she can do is soccor mom blended hi-lights, it seems) AND when the cut guy was out sick she give me possibly the worst cut I ever received in my entire life. One side was about an inch longer than the other. I had to go to someone else to have it fixed (after a brief attempt to fix it myself) because it was unbearable.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

I've been going to my (straight) cut guy for about 18 years now. I'm at the level of trust with him now where I just show up every three months or so and let him have his way with me without any direction whatsoever. It always ends up looking good now that I'm entirely out of the artistic direction department.

The last bad haircut I had was in 1996ish when I thought that somehow my wavy hair could pull of a Rachel-esque layers look. I ended up with the exact same haircut that Julia Roberts had in Something to Talk About. Photographs from that era have since been destroyed, and I've stepped back from offering input on what will look good.

I also surrendered in the ten year fight that Jerry and I had regarding how long my hair should be.

Frottage
 

The shlong swipe is more common than you think... or maybe you already know this.

I don't know if I possibly have unique anatomy in this regard, but when trying to pass by people in tight quarters (aisles in the Deli, on the train, etc...), when turned to the side, occasionally, one's package will brush up against the person one is passing. I hate when this happens. Its creepy. I always wantv to shout "Hey, move the fuck up a little more... I don't want to swab you with my fucking dick as I pass." Of course, its far worse if you're the one being passed and you feel what appears to be some balding, ccreepy IT guy's package glance across you as you move. I always think to myself "I's probably just a fanny pack... possible a cell phone in one of those belt holsters." One of many lies I tell myself to hide ffrom the pain.

Are my eyebrows really too bushy?
 

I don't think my brain is capable of reading posts about hair-styling. I tried. Honestly.