In An Effort To Be Fair
I’VE BEEN CATCHING SOME FLAK about a recent posting where I spoke about the hairstyle of the female baristas at St. Arbucks. I can handle the flak – I’m used to it.
Someone said to me, “Why do you even care about how they wear their hair?”
Caring is not a factor here. It is something I see in front of me and, having the gift of sight, I can see it. There are many things I see that I do not blog about – the lack of good manners by the person who criticized me about this, for example. See – I’m being nice about it, right?
But, to butter the other side of this slice of life, I will now comment about male hairstyles – specifically the hairstyle I noticed on the head of a fellow who came into the Chapel at St. Arbucks this morning.
I’ve seen this particular style on others before and my first thought was, “I wonder if they meant that to happen?”
Imagine if you will, a teeny-tiny crest of a wave, frozen in time on the middle of a human head. Going from front to back on the skull it appears that all of the longer hairs have been pushed toward the center – a continental divide, if you will. And there it sits, like a median strip between lobes.
I’m sure that some sort of “product” is used to keep all of the hairs going in the desired directions. Gel, perhaps, or hairspray, or Qwik-Crete. It’s not going to lie down like that on its own. Human intervention is required. Kind of like laboratory cloning those rabbits that glow in the dark (look it up).
As this fellow with the small tsunami on his head moved around the Chapel one other comparative image came to mind. Have you ever seen a breed of dogs known as Rhodesian Ridgebacks? That is them in the above picture. They are an African hunting dog that, through a genetic crapshoot, has a dense hairy ridge running down its back. It serves no function, does no harm, and causes no discomfort. It’s just there. See it? Like this dude’s hair or the female barista’s “do’s.”
I’m not saying any of this in a way to imply that I disapprove of this guy’s head. It is his head, he can do with it as he sees fit, as long as he doesn’t scare the horses or foul the footpath. Lord knows, I have seen people eyeballing me with quizzical looks on their faces. I just choose to interpret their gaze as admiration and awe, not pity or bemusement.
There. I have engaged in gender equality. Nobody got hurt. The economy didn’t crash, and cats and dogs are not lying down together.
Not even the Rhodesian Ridgebacks of the world.