Hair For Men

Today as I was driving to the hospital I saw a hunk of a middle-aged cop with one of those full 1970’s moustaches and I kind of did a double-take because I wanted to check him out for you, dear readers.

When he saw me craning my neck, he gave me a great big smile and I realized something: if menfolk are going to rock the big full ‘stache, baby, they’ve got to have a great smile. That man had the most gorgeous set of Chicklets I’ve ever seen, and let me tell you that PeaceBang almost THREW the car into park and got OUT. Poor man never even knew that he was in DANGER. Attack of the Spring-Addled Spinsters.

Whew. We love a man in blue. (DaddyBang was Police Commissioner for our town and had walked the beat in his youth –for about five minutes in NYC before he went totally corporate, I think — and anyway, PeaceBang has always loved the good cops. Not the schmos with He-Man Authority Issues, but the good cops. You know the kind I mean. They always look a little bit weary and they have a great sense of humor and they chew Trident fruit flavored gum and always have a piece for you. And don’t get me started on how much I love EMT’s. I worship the EMT’s. EMT’s are always gorgeous and heroic creatures in PeaceBang’s eyes).

Just as I was having these deep reflections on 1970’s-style moustaches, I saw a man with one of those extremely square-necked haircuts, which always remind me for some reason of Barney Rubble.
I’m not sure why. But gents, when you get your hair cut real short, I’m not sure it needs to hug your neck in a distinct geometric shape. It’s very militaristic and also might remind people of a cartoon character. Neither one is a great visual reference for pastors.