Nobody likes how their hair looks the first day after getting it cut.
Think about that.
You go to a salon, pay anywhere between $20-$200--depending largely on the tax bracket you file under--then sit and make small talk while someone with virtually no ambition in life plays scissor games. Oh, and don't forget to leave a tip.
I'm sure there's a degree of talent involved--putting in highlights, for example. But how talented do you really have to be to know how to use clippers and scissors. Hell, at least back in the old days they'd pull out the straight razor. I'm sure the included excitement of accidentally having your carotid artery cut made it well worth the price of admission. But not anymore.
The thing is, I can't think of very many industries where people seem so constantly disappointed, but keep coming back for more. Comcast, perhaps.
Which is why I've decided to start cutting my own hair.
I'm not sure how much I'll save by doing this, maybe a couple hundred per year. But I don't care. It's not about living frugally. I change my own oil, because I can. I fix my own computer problems, because I can. So why not cut my own hair.
So last night I put a trashbag on the floor, grabbed a pair of electric trimmers, and went to town. No YouTube tutorials. I used different guards for various lengths, and if I didn't think something looked right, I'd try something else.
And I have to say: I didn't really like the way it turned out.
Well, I guess that's how it is. You never really like how your hair looks the first day after getting it cut. But I'm going to keep doing this. I can do it equally as bad as the person in the salon.