This is not the haircut you are looking for.

I have had a love hate relationship with hairdressers ever since my childhood. My father would take me to a barber every two months like clockwork, always on a Sunday. Sitting still throughout the twenty minutes long session was an achievement in and of itself ; a penance that was rewarded with a Big Babol chewing gum. I was determined to score the Big Babol each time, and consequently was the most conscientious…