It gets me so mad. I hate hair salons. Usually I’d cut my own hair but sometimes it gets to a certain point where I know I need help because I can’t figure out what I want to do or how to do it. I’m at that point right now.
I live in between two pretty big cities, about 15 minutes either direction is a city where you can find almost anything. Except apparently hairdressers that don’t kill me inside.
So many places gender things, men’s or women’s cut. I’m not either and my hair is intentionally androgynous looking. From afar I’m mistaken for a little boy but up close people start she/hering me. And because of that I often get changed the women’s prices. My mom suggested a place in my town but the difference between a men’s short cut and a women’s short cut was 20$ which is actually ridiculous. Pink tax on haircuts???
My boyfriend asked if I wanted to go to his barber but I know they wouldn’t be able to do what I want. And at this point I can’t just cut my hair and say whatever or go to super cuts and just deal with them because a) I’m starting a new job and I can’t look a mess in the position I’m in, and b) any time I go to a chain hairdresser I end up either being turned “pretty” or I end up walking out cause the hairdressers are rude to me cause small town lots of queerphobia and the older ladies in particular don’t want to do a haircut that isn’t gender specific.
I’ve found a few places which at first seem promising, nice atmosphere, queer friendly, charges by length and not gender UNTIL I GO TO BOOK AT IT STARTS AT 90$???? There was one that seemed nice, the people there seemed nice, it all seemed nice and perfect and the stylist I chose could do things close to what I envision, but parking isn’t on site and somehow big cities mean so many one way streets that it’s impossible to navigate and when I went I ended up having to cancel my appointment because I couldn’t find parking anywhere remotely nearby. It checked all the boxes for me too which is the worst part in my mind because it’s literally not very possible to do that.
I’m so tempted to take a bus to my university town two hours away and go to the place I go there. I’m actually so close to spending an entire day just to get my hair cut. I’m so fucking over this.