Physical Intelligence - Day 50

I can see why the process of aging has come to be viewed as an affliction rather than a grace that comes with age.  For sure we can colour our hair, put on make up, change our wardrobe and comb our hair a different way, but at 50+ if the hair line begins to thin and the looks disappear, that is simply a stage called middle age and I am cool with that.

My thinning, Einstein-crazy, graying hair was not satisfactory to our family and I was directed to go the barbers.  For what? So I look presentable for a wedding where I am but one of hundreds of guests.  So to save the argument I agreed.  My normal place called "First Choice" has jacked up its prices so I am not paying more than $20 for a cut.  Today that meant I drove around to find a new venue.  I drove into our village in the city and there I saw a store that says "Barbers". 

For half-a-century I thought I knew what a "Barbers" was, but as I walked in from the back door entrance, a group of stylist dudes asked me if I had an appointment.  I knew as I walked in that this is not the kind of "barbers" that I grew up knowing as "barbers".  This was 20 somethings cutting the hair of other young dudes, all of which were picking their styles via whatever they had flashed to their stylist.  It is then I realized I had walked into a stylist hair salon which calls its "barbers studio" and that this new joint was simply a clever way of charging metrosexual hair styling rates, that previously was the realm of women who never questioned why they were so charged so much.

As I left, perfectly OK if that is what guys want to pay for cuts, I now knew that I was on the look out for a rare hair cutter who charges under $20 for a "Men's Hair Cut".  I knew the place my dad goes to was cheap but I had never been there and but having drove around and discovered that the metrosexual hair styling cult had infected many of the male species in my area, I decided to go the Chinese mall and check out where my dad gets his hair cut.  They were absolutely busy though they were also the best kept secret in my area for the price they charge and though I thought this place would not attract the metrosexual cult, it did attract one young Indian boy who flashed his cell-phone and pointed that this was the method he wanted his hair cut.