I might not be able to wear a binder for any length of time anymore, but you bet your ass I’m putting it on before I get my haircut so I can get those sweet sweet men’s prices.
Living outside a small town means that whenever I get my haircut, I have to roleplay to the stylist. The first time I went in, she thought I was a 15 year old boy, and even though I go there only every eight months or so, she somehow remembers me and thinks I am now entering my senior year of high school. I have to tell her my college aspirations and favorite classes and if I’m going to prom with a nice girl.
It’s The Worst™ and she’s always telling me how my hair is just too pretty for a boy, and telling everyone else in the room to admire my beautiful hair and cluck in envy that a boy should be blessed with such curls.
I don’t know how to get out of this incredibly awkward situation.
Hey Ship?
This is fucking hilarious.
no it’s bad Rob
she thinks I’m a hypermature Boy Genius Child and I don’t know how to tell her I’m a genderqueer college grad
this is my favorite sitcom
You know.. as a stylist I feel compelled to tell you that the ‘men’s’ price is actually just what they call a clippercut for some reason. So.. yeah. Have fun with that XD
Not really, a lot of places will charge like $45 for basic “women’s haircuts” and like $20 for “men’s haircuts” – so even if you’re like, a butch lesbian getting a literal buzzcut, they will still try to charge you $45 by virtue of your perceived gender. My butch friend had to call three or four places before she found one that would charge her the same price as a man for a simple clipper cut. I’ve asked for relatively complicated short haircuts while presenting masculine and been charged men’s prices by people who would have doubled or tripled the price if I’d been wearing lipstick.
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