the hair at the nape of my neck grows mostly up and kind of drives me crazy. at certain lengths is pushes my hair away from my neck in a way that makes me feel like i look like I'm wearing a wig, whether anyone else thinks it looks like that I don't know.
anyway, i just got my hair cut chin length and I had the hairdresser do a very small undercut so I wouldn't get the wig vibe, but it's gonna grow back! she used clippers and I've had my partner do it with clippers in the past but I'd love to be able to do it maybe closer, and by myself.
I recently saw razor combs online and I've been trying to see if they might work for this, but everything I see is about thinning the hair. Honestly i'll probably buy a cheap one and try it either way, but I was wondering it maybe this is a normal way to use them.
thank you!

TL;DR, What I'm Looking For:

• a barbestylist who is used to and good at doing precision edges with clippers, especially when there's a dramatic difference in hair length with no fade

Advice That's Not Helpful in the Short Term:

• "Learn to cut it yourself." Would love to. Used to do it myself when I had an undercut. But my arms get too shaky now because health stuff. 🤷
• "Ask a friend to do it." Again, would love to. I have a number of people I used to trade clipper cuts with. But trying to sync up schedules with them is almost impossible these days.

Would Be a Very Helpful Bonus If:

• the barbestylist were located east of 50th Street
• they were located north of Center + south of Maple
• their price for an "upkeep" sides shave were lower than a full-on haircut, because I've been laid off three times in the last year (☆ if ya want, see additional rant about haircut pricing in the comments)
• they were skilled enough to also do li'l over-the-ear "Chelsea hawk"/sideburns pieces

Hair Context:

• my hairstyle is basically a long mohawk
• the sides are shaved
• the edges (i.e., where the shaved areas meet the centre length of my hair) are precision cut in straight lines from the front (upper-most edge of the parietal ridge on both sides, if you wanna get technical) to the bottom of the nape (...or at least, they are meant to be precision cut)
• the length has some layers and goes down to my hip bones (which, with crappily-clipped edges, means dealing with all the feckin' flyaways ever and sometimes having to clip further in to fix it, which has been narrowing my mohawk more than I want)
• my hair strands are fine, texture is 2B/2C (loose curls/waves), hair density is high/thick

Title basically says it. How do I prevent this?
I use this thing to shave my head. I've also used this thing.
I've tried washing with hot water before and after shaving and washing with cold water before and after shaving. I've used every pre-shave lotion and post shave lotion there is.
Has anyone had any success with this? It happens basically on the same spot on the nape of my neck every time I shave my head.

Hello!
I have a cat, her name is Chandler, she's two years old now and was taken off the streets at about 5 months old. Our home is the only one she's known since being taken off the streets. Normal behavior is fine, she's super sweet and equally skittish.
Our problem is that any time we try to put her in her carrier, she freaks out and runs away to hide under the bed. She then loses all trust in us for a few hours until she gets over it. She also refuses to let us near her with the nail clippers. We've managed to get her to a groomer a couple of times, but it's a stressful process every single time, and I'm wondering if there's a better way.
This brings me at last to my questions. I've heard of using a chip clip on the nape of a cat's neck to mimic their mother picking them up as a kitten is supposed to be an effective method of forcing a cat to chill out (I know that they're not actually chilling out, but I also don't fully understand what's happening so please correct me if I'm wrong). Do any of you do this to any of your cats? What's actually going on there? Is this a humane method? Is she going to hate me after I do this? What's the proper technique? And how big of a clip should I use?
Thank you

Staring at the photos covering my desk, the endless bodies with glowing jack-o-lanterns on their necks sickened me. Black and white photos turned into colored photos, the timeline proving my suspicion that he was a vampire. The clean cut spoke of a man’s strength, the draining of the blood only solidified my point. All of the attacks were around Sleepy Hollow, my brow cocking at the coincidence of it all. Could he be the headless horseman that my dear friend wrote about? A hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my internal thoughts, Susie had a box of evidence in her arms. Stanton took the box from her, his new Italian suit crinkling slightly. Smoothing out my onyx silky blouse, my scarlet leather skirt floated away from my hips. Staring out the window, Stachel and Kette rushed in with messy hair, embarrassment coloring their cheeks. Assuring them with a crooked grin, her bump pressed against her tight black sweater dress. Pride swelled in my eyes, their dreams having come true. Focusing back on my job, we all needed to get to Sleepy Hollow. My phone vibrated, Rosary sent me a picture with a laughing Grim in her arms. Thanking her with a quick text, I would soon be home to smother him with my love. Rising to my feet, Stanton followed me into the elevator, his arms curling around my waist. Letting the crappy elevator music permeate my mind, the others could stay behind for this one.
“What about the others?” He asked impatiently, my hands cupping his. “Surely, we could use their help.” Stopping on the floor before the roof, the armory lay out in front of me. Shaking my head, he didn’t get it. This was an associate of Lord Barroque which meant the worst poisons would be used, the sound of my boots clicking echoing around the empty room. Frankly, he was lucky he was coming.
“I guarantee he is working for Lord Barroque. He has the best poisons known to vampires. I can’t have a pregnant woman in the line of danger. Kette has been off his game. Today you get to play my bodyguard.” I explained briskly, packing everything we needed. “I think that you should realize what would happen if Stachel lost her child. We would have to reign her in the moment she goes rogue. All three of them know that they are staying home for this mission. We on the other hand happen to be the strongest vampires around. You are technically a king after all since my rank would normally be a queen. Do you get it now?” His face scrunched up in protest several times, his expression softening. Understanding what I was saying, we could make a date at the end of all the chaos. Helping me pack, his loving gaze met mine.
“Fine but I get a date out of it.” He caved with his crooked grin, my heart fluttering. Our bags zipped up at the same time, the two of us climbing the last flight of stairs to the roof. Climbing into the helicopter, he strapped me in. Sinking into his seat with his bag on his lap, the engine roared to life. Strapping himself in as we took off into the sky, the fluffy clouds floated with no purpose. Pulling out his file, something had to explain his appearance. Nothing spoke of it, his actual appearance about as clear as a room darkening curtain. Flying for a bit too long, we landed on the roof belonging to one of my friends. Letting ourselves in, a black SUV waited for us. Throwing everything in the back, the tires squealed as we drove towards Sleepy Hollow. A dry thirst burned in my throat, my hands letting down my bun. Fixing my hair, Stanton’s compliment on how beautiful I looked today went in one ear and through the other. Taking my hand, a quiet fear haunted our expressions. Working alone scared me to my core but it was the logical thing to do. Parking in front of the cemetery, his steady hand undid my seat belt. Yanking me onto his lap, his fangs grazed the nape of my neck. Hunger burned in his eyes, a quiet apology escaping his lips as his fangs sank into my tender flesh. Gulping down my blood, my thirst surged. Picking up on it, he guided my head to the base of his neck. Each throb had my fangs growing longer, a wave of relief washing over me the moment the tips pierced his skin. Drinking until I was full, we both gasped with satisfaction. Kissing the blood off of my face, we had a job to do. Getting our supplies, we chose to hike the rest of the way. Walking into town, stone buildings mixed with folder wooden homes. Putting my feelers out for another vampire, the radio in my head was dead silent. Wandering through the tombstones, a drop of blood caught my eyes. Throwing on a pair of gloves, my finger twirled the leaf around. Sniffing it, the inky blood reeked of the final stage of vampire corruption. This guy couldn’t be reasoned with, our new objective being to beat him into submission. Noting a trail, his injury must have been severe. Pausing behind a tree, a man wearing a jack-o-lantern mask walked into a dead oak tree. What kind of magic was that? Wondering what kind of magic he was using, a sleek black scythe sank into the rotting bark. A heavy fog bathed the forest floor, the ground shaking underneath my feet. Yanking Stanton into my chest, scarlet colored his cheeks. A time bubble was heading our way and we were going along for the ride. Time rewound back to the years of the Revolutionary War, time travel proving to be his powers. His lack of a presence made sense, my fingers snapping. A ruby floor length dress hid my boots, my fingers playing with the intricate ivory lace. Stanton looked particularly handsome in his ornate Victorian suit, our eyes falling on the busy war erupting in front of us. Hessian soldiers battled the patriots, the popping sounding like background noise at this point. His pumpkin mask stood out in the chaos, my hand tapping the cross on my chest. Sprinting after him, the bullets narrowly missed me. Leaping into the trees, Stanton wasn’t far behind me. We needed to chase him out of his safe space, his huffing form resting underneath me. Glowing yellow eyes met my impatient death glare, a bullet from Stanton’s shotgun had his feet frozen to the ground. Catching my sword, flames roared to life. Something felt off, my eyes noticing his pristine Hessian uniform. This guy was the Headless Horseman, Barroque’s energy was heading towards him. Bathory smashed into me, her silver dagger piercing my side. Kicking her off of me, Barroque popped up above me. Swinging his blade down towards my head, steam curled into the air with my block. Rolling out of the way, a kick had Bathory on the ground. Flipping over them both, my arm scooped up our target. Wondering who he was, my eyes fell on the three inky snakes slithering on his neck. Thinking about it, his new name would be Smiling Jack. Knocking him out with the hilt of my blade, his spell glitched out. Standing in the woods, the Headless Horseman’s bridge was feet from us. What was the legend again? Tossing him to Stanton, my orders were clear.
“Restrain him and get him to take him to his little tokens of murder!” I commanded boldly, Stanton’s lips parting in protest. “I said go! That is an order, Stanton!” Grumbling under his breath, he secured him into a vampire proof straight jacket. Dropping a collar over his head, the needles of dead man’s blood pierced his neck. That should drain him, Bathory taunted me with a fit of wicked laughter. Running over the bridge, horror rounded my eyes at a shadowy horse running at me. Horror melted to a sly grin, my brow cocking. Leaping onto its back, Stanton dragged Smiling Jack away. Riding him into the cemetery, his body was crumbling away without his master being near. Kissing him on the nose as I slid off of him. His speed gifted me enough space between them and me, my mind working on a way to subdue her. Watching the horse fade away, my steady hands tucked my sword into the belt of my current outfit’s dress. Pulling out my new toy, a sleek onyx revolver rested in my palm. Dropping the dead man’s bullet into place, my nose scrunched up at the rotten blood sloshing around the shell. Running behind a tall tombstone, Bathory was mine today. Tapping the wet grass, a wall blocked them from getting to me. Letting only Bathory through, Barroque pounded away with frustration. Aiming for her heart, the silent trigger didn’t give my position away. Gliding into her heart with ease, she barely flinched at the pain. Unloading the full load into her heart, the next step would be to distract her. Bursting from my hiding spot, a swift punch had me in the arms of an angel. Time, I had to buy time. Struggling to my feet, my blade wouldn’t be necessary today. Leaping into the air, a cloud of dirt obscured my landing. Running in between the stones, her footfalls echoed behind me. Barroque disappeared in a puff of smoke, my eyes rolling. Way to stick by your lady, I grumbled to myself. Jumping into the trees, the branches creaked with every leap to the next one. Losing my footing, the root covered ground spun around underneath my dangling body. Towering over me, fresh cuts lined her porcelain skin. My heart shattered for her, the abuse was clear with the dark bruises covering her chest. Raising her dagger over her head, my next question threw her off.
“Is he abusing you?” I asked sincerely, her dagger clattering to the forest floor. Her scarlet dress fluttered in the breeze, her ivory hair falling out of her bun. Using the moment to yank her ankle, a cloud of dirt choked me the moment we hit the ground. Wincing in pain, her limp body refused to move. Crawling over to her, a swift kick had her blade skidding away. Placing my hands on her mark, shrill shrieks burst from her lips with every passing second of her connection burning away. The blood ribbon connecting them dissolved to ruby diamonds, a death glare meeting my worn expression. Unable to move, she was aging fast. Panic rounded my eyes, my fangs sank into the tender flesh into her arm. Sucking down some of her blood, it floated around my mouth. Struggling to my feet, I spit it out. Licking my fangs, she tasted rotten. Her heart thumped wildly, the last of her life leaving her body. Waiting patiently for her to wake up, an inky bat appeared on her neck. Hating myself for what I did, her death was certain if I hadn’t acted impulsively. Sliding down the nearest tree, I pulled her onto my lap. Tears welled up in my eyes, her bruises not fading. How dare he hurt her like this? Vowing to take care of her until she was healed, her future was going to be a cell for quite some time. Playing with her hair, more bruises lined her hairline. Cursing under my breath, his ruthlessness hadn’t died down. Stirring awake, ruby eyes fluttered open. Her skin had become youthful once more, a dry thirst haunted my mind. Offering her my arm, her fangs sank into my skin. Gulping down her fill of blood, a long sigh escaped her lips. Why couldn’t I be mean to her? What the hell was wrong with me! Sliding out her fangs, the bruises all faded away. Mouthing a healing spell, the bite mark sealed shut. Helping her sit up, her inky lips curled into a broken smile. Wiping away her tears, her shadowy aura had lightened to a white one.
“I am going to have to arrest you. You do know that, right?” I whispered kindly, her head nodding. “I am going to give you one command. It is my order that you remain in your cell until I take you out. Am I understood?” Struggling to speak, something had broken her. Sure, I could have broken her back to paralyze her and let her die of old age in a jail cell. Living the rest of eternity with what she had done was a proper punishment. Fishing around my bag, the lack of resistance as I placed the vampire grade straight jacket over her head threw me off. Strapping her in nice and tight, her first words had me worried for her.
“Why would you save me? I drained you of your blood and did horrible things my whole life.” She uttered in disbelief, my finger hovering over the call button. Setting it down, we could hang out for a minute and straighten out the details. Curse myself for caring too much about people, including my enemies.
“Am I any better? I killed a group of nuns when I was five, and murdered entire villages until I was ten. Being the church’s hunting dog wasn’t fun. Trust me, I know the guilt you are feeling.” I commented with a friendly smile, resting my hands on my knees. “Albeit, I didn’t think you would ever feel guilt.” True guilt dimmed her eyes, his mistreatment of her must have shown her the other side. Swallowing the lump in her throat, the sun began to burn her. Sliding a sunlight pill down her throat, the burning ceased. Watching her skin heal, a sigh of relief poured from my lips.
“I didn’t feel any guilt until he started hitting me.” She admitted sheepishly, her whole body shaking. “He would drain me every night to feed his hunger. I have never been so scared. When I was under his new spell, he forced me to go after you and I couldn’t stop. Sorry for lashing out at you.” Yanking her into a bear hug, her emotions soaked my shoulders. What kind of a man was he to strip her of her self esteem? Popping to my feet, I tossed her over my shoulder. Ripping out the blade from my side, the dead man’s blood had done its job in cancelling out my blood in her system. Happy to see it sealed shut, a frustrated Stanton greeted me at the edge of a cemetery. An inky bite mark caught my eyes, Smiling Jack was now under his coven. Noting a vampire version of Bathory, fury burned in his eyes. Shooting him a stern glare, his expression softened. Removing the Jack-o-Lantern mask, a wild mop of orange hair greeted me. Yellow eyes met mine, my hand waving kindly in his direction Lifting up his head, his inky lips twitched nervously.
“I am Morticia. We are going to put you in a cell and begin a rehabilitation program. I think you were a little under the spell. Smiling Jack, you are officially under arrest.” I introduced myself with a bright smile, breaking his scythe in half. “That will never be useful. Now where are the heads?” Rolling his eyes, low growls rumbled in his throat. Gripping his chin, Bathory seemed to be off in some distant land. One problem at a time, I grumbled to myself.
“I don’t play games. I am exhausted. Spill the information or I will rip out your little fangs.” I threatened wickedly, dancing my fingers up to his fang, his defiance never leaving his face. Tearing it out, inky blood painted my face. Shock mixed with a quiet agony, my finger sliding over to the other fang. Playing with it with a wicked grin on my face, any color drained from his face. Seconds from ripping it out, the defiance left his face. Telling me the address, I typed it into my phone. Throwing them in the back of the car, we were on the way. Oppressive silence hung between us, Stanton seconds from yelling at me. Harsh words simmered on his tongue, his snarl never leaving his face. Driving away from Sleepy Hollow, the hours passed begrugdingly slow. Pulling up to a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, he must have transported himself to this place. Taking them both out of the back, Stanton had him his shoulders while I carried Bathory on mine.
“Why did you turn her into a vampire?” Stanton snapped hotly, my brow cocking in response. “After all that she did, you still chose to save her.” Gritting my teeth, a low growl rumbled in my throat. He would never understand that he was abusing her and I wanted to give her a second chance. Seconds from pinning him to the wall, a hissing noise alarmed me. Tearing off the edge of my dress, my steady hands tied the scraps of cloth over their mouths and noses. Stanton and I took an antidote to poison everyday, our tolerance now above normal levels. A purple gas filled the room, Stanton dialing for backup to come bring the forensic team. The gas floated out of the room, the timing of my team coming out would have the whole building aired out by then.
“She was being abused and I thought that living forever with your sins was a decent punishment. Nice to see you making your own little coven after yelling at me.” I whispered harshly, Smiling Jack pointing towards a freezer door in the middle of the wall. “That isn’t obvious at all. You could have at least put a damn panel over it.” Tossing Bathory to Stanton, golden flames roared to life. Holding the handle until it melted off, the door swung open. Thousands of heads greeted me, nausea wracking my body. Stepping over the threshold, looks of horror stared back at me. Losing myself in the moments before I killed my victims, every breath grew shorter. Stumbling back, Stanton’s body caught me. His expression softened at my visible panic attack, pure terror rounding out his eyes at all the heads. Chaining our new coven members to the nearest column, he tossed me a pair of gloves. Tugging them on, he had to have some other souvenirs. A loud clap sent chills up my spine, Barroque’s voice piercing my ears in the worst way. Spinning on my heel, my hand couldn’t get to my sword fast enough. Black ice crept over his worn leather jacket, his blade inches from Bathory. Jumping in front of her, our blades clashed violently.
“I will be damned if you lay another finger on her!” I roared thunderously, pushing him back while Bathory trembled behind me. “She is in my care now. I vow to protect her with my life.” Wicked laughter rumbled in his throat, steam curling around us. Kicking me into the freezer, the heads rattled on their shelves. Praying that they didn’t fall, a sigh of relief escaped my lips at my good luck. The relief was short-lived, his hands were struggling with the chains. Stanton had been knocked out, his limp body had inky blood pooling around him. Charging at Barroque, every muscle screamed in protest upon our bodies smashing together. Pinning him to the worn wooden floor, his ribs creaked from my increasing pressure. Red and blue lights glowed in the distance, Stanton crying out the moment he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Rolling onto my back, the A-team rushed in. Stanton held onto his side as he crawled over to me, Bathory mouthed a silent thank you. Yanking me into a desperate embrace, his tears hit the top of my head. The other officers began to drag her away, her hand grabbing mine. Refusing to let go, Stanton gave me the go ahead to join them with transporting them back. Climbing into the armored black truck, they all let me sit Bathory next to me. Pointing guns in their directions, I knew that I would be protected. Laying her head on my lap, emotions soaked my lap. Playing with her hair, the odd looks wouldn’t stop.
“I would suggest you shut down your disgust.” I barked bitterly, both my emotional and physical limit having been met. “Every person I put under my coven stays in their cells. You can deal with it.” Mumbling under their breath, designer black suits hugged their bodies. Accepting my response, they all had masters at certain points. All of them had murdered just like me, the luxury of getting caught early gave them a job sooner. Shaking it off, everyone began to chat pleasantly about weekend plans. Letting their conversation fill up the silence, a pissed Smiling Jack was shooting daggers from his eyes. His fang still rested in my palm, inky blood poured poured over his lip.
“Drop the attitude.” I growled through gritted teeth, everyone going silent. “I may have killed serial killers but I didn’t behead them and keep the heads as souvenirs. You even went as far to place jack-o-lanterns over their damn necks. You are the definition of evil. You are a vampire and your duty is to behave twice as well as humans.” His face didn’t relax, everyone sitting a little straighter in their seats. Sinking back with a huff, a couple of strong hands clipped him to the harness meant to contain the most violent criminals. Tossing them a needle filled with a milky liquid, the nearest one jammed it into her neck. His head slumped forward, every breathing a sigh of relief. Apologizing for earlier with sincere smiles, my hands waved to shut down any concern of me losing my temper on them.
“You guys are fine. I realize that I am a little odd. You can join my coven if you wish. It really isn’t that special.” I joked lightly, laughter filling up the truck. “I appreciate you all. Your work is what gets the job. I promise to buy you a cup of coffee when we get to the prison.” Joyous energy buzzed in the truck, a calm serenity took away the tension. Humming a song, snores bounced off the metal walls. Bathory must be slumbering away, the day having been long. Pulling up to the imposing buildings, a quiet anxiety began to build up. Squealing into the back, I was already ready to haul her in. Tossing her over my shoulder, they followed me in with Smiling Jack being wheeled in on gurney. Waving to the guards, they barely noticed the blood on my face. Waving to the Phantom and everyone else, we stopped in front of the first one. Setting her into somebody’s else’s arms, hisses echoed in my ear with every unlocking gear. Tossing him over my shoulder, this guy was heavy. Feeling his pockets for weapons, someone tossed me an orange jumpsuit. Undoing his straight jacket, his clothes underneath were rags. Undressing him, the stinky clothes would have to be incarcerated. Getting the orange suit on was a task, my free hand tossing his boots out of the room. Grimacing at overgrown nails, I felt around my pocket for nail clippers. Jerking awake, my hand caught his fists. Stop fighting already, you freaking idiot!
“I wouldn’t do that.” I warned with a warm smile, my cellphone ringing. “Let me cut your nails like a good boy.” Laying back down in a huff, the thick nails hit the floor with every loud click. Rising to my feet, he towered over me with hungry hands. Elbowing him in the gut, my hand caught his wrist. Throwing him onto the bed, the weight of my knee digging into his chest had his ribs creaking in protest.
“Knock the shit!” I bellowed with a bleeding lip, my fangs having sank into the bottom lip. “I can keep you in the straight jacket like a rabid animal which is what you are.” Everyone watched with breathlessness, his hands reaching for my sword. Letting an irritated huff, one slam of elbow had his spine breaking into pieces. Laying in a heap, I rose to my feet. Slamming the door shut behind me, I typed in the daily code. Folding my arms across my chest, the snarls wouldn’t stop. Banging on the glass, he knew that he would heal.
“Quit your whining. You will heal in a couple of days.” I barked venomously, my snarl fading at Bathory running into my arms. Walking her to the third cell down the hall, my softened expression had her at ease. Asking everyone to leave, their dress shoes clicked away. My phone rang again, my faithful servant walking into her cell on her own. Answering the phone, Stanton went on to chastise me as she handed over all of her weapons. Peeling off her outfit, goosebumps dotted her porcelain skin. Patting her naked body down, I tossed her an orange jumpsuit. Hanging up on Stanton, I didn’t want to hear it. Making sure she was okay, she curled into a ball. Locking the door behind me, her mark glowed brighter at our close presence. Knocking on the glass, her wet eyes met mine.
“I visit a couple of times a week. Would you like to talk to me?” I offered sincerely, my biggest fans staring at me through the glass of their cells. “I am serious but you will have to be restrained. If you ever attempt to fool me, the visits will stop. Am I clear?” Nodding her head, I had a couple of friends to speak too. Spending an hour with each of them, both of them chatted with excitement. Their chains rattled with every word but at least they were happy. Excusing myself, everyone waved goodbye to me as the coffees arrived for them. Smiling softly to myself, one problem remained.

I believe this is a Scam. Does this seem familiar to anyone?
Luis Johnson just submitted your form: Contacton Mystique DeHZigns
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I sent a response through my Website and got this response back:

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Luis Johnson just sent you an email onhttps://lunarwolfhz.wixsite.com/dehzigns
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New one to me, but have gotten a few other ones before this one. This is very frustrating when I'm just starting out at the whole Freelance Design thing.

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RANT
Usually I brush it all off, but this time, dude come in, thick, 4B hair from overseas. Never been to American barber before. He wants a "4 on the sides down to a 2," suare shape with the top curly. I horseshoe part the top and hold it with hair grippers. He flinches at the grippers and asked why I didn't use clips.
Me: because I use these sometimes.
Him: can you part it lower? (At the temple)
I do.
I take out my clippers, snap on a 4, turn them on
Him: wait. Can you do a 4, then a 3, then a 2?
Me; that's the plan
I taper him down and fade the nape out, edge him up. The sides are rough but it's what he wants.
Him: oh wait can you not put a line in the back I dont like it square in the back.
Me; I tapered you out
I take the grippers out and pick out the top
Him: what are you doing?? My father would be so upset to see you do this!! (He's in his 30's) You must not pick out my curls! Use the comb to cut it!!
I say nothing, begin freehanding the crown to the back. He freaks
Him: can you not use clippers I need you to use scissors!
I stop, give him a look, grab my taper shears and start shaping the back.
Him: why aren't you using a comb? I need you to use a comb! It will not be correct if you don't use a comb! I have only had my hair cut with scissors and a comb! You wet the hair with water and cut it with scissors and a comb! This is terrible you are ruining my hair!
I stop the service. Dude has 4B hair.
Me: why are you doing this? If you got in an Uber, would you get in the driver seat? Let me do my job.
He froze, apologized, then said they don't do his hair like this where he's from. I said well if he wants his hair done he needs to shut up and let me do my job.
He shuts up.
I start shaping the sides (he's got this huge overhang now because I had to horseshoe part him from temple to temple) and he freaks again. He has never seen overhang like this before (???) and also because I am still freehanding with my taper shears. I stop again and ask him if he wants to do the cut himself. He says he cannot because he is an electrical engineer. My boss is watching the whole thing, my coworkers are power focusing now on their people trying not to laugh. This shop is commission and the boss is HUGE on customer service. I have to make this work. I finish the cut and send him out. He doesn't tip.
You better believe after he left I took a minute or two outside in the shade.
Thanks for letting me vent.

I'm currently sporting a very short bob (Louise Brooks style) with a view to grow out to jaw length (French bob) however my hairline at my nape is VERY low, although it is quite neat. I usually have it shaved at grade 2, but yesterday my friend, who is a barber, took it right up for me with a clipper set to zero and the cut has the perfect shape now. Has anyone ever heard of waxing or epilating to get a higher neckline? I know one of the drawbacks is the hair might not grow back in as thick, but I have a lot of hair...

Mom's been home from inpatient hospice about 2 weeks. She was mostly mute for a week. Today she was so upset with me. I'm not sure why. I gave her a haircut. She really needed it and her hair was so matted at the nape of her neck that I decided to shave about a half inch of hair at the bottom using clippers to avoid painful detangling. It was the smallest amount and I told her I needed to use the clippers in just a small area. She seemed normal until the end when I was finishing.
Did I do something wrong by cutting her hair? Should I have let it go and it would have gotten more matted? She has a hospice aide come daily M-F and they are supposed to wash her and do her hair on alternating days (the aide calls it a "touch up" on days she doesn't get a full bath and hair) but obviously it was so tangled and matted it hasn't been done. My dad's been suggesting a haircut for a while because it was so long. I didn't see the matting before today.
I feel so confused. She was silent then as I finished she was asking why I traveled here if I wasn't getting paid like my dad is. I said he's not getting paid to care for her, and I came because I want the best for her. Then she purposely crapped and announced her BM and wouldn't let us change her diaper. We then endured a solid 30 minutes of screaming and yelling at us and saying hurtful things like I should have been abducted as a baby, or I should have died in the car accident I had 15 years ago. She said I'm going to get mine in the end. She said my dad will get what's coming to him and I'm too young to understand (I'm in my 40s).
Eventually because she was hungry we said if she'd do a diaper change she could have her favorite yogurt. She took the wet wipes and wiped her bottom then wiped the feces onto her legs. She screamed at me to lick it up with my tongue. At that point I ran away holding my ears and my dad got her clean and got her her snack.
I don't know if I was wrong to cut her hair. I do hair for family members and have for years. My son and husband refuse to get professional haircuts because they like mine so much. I've cut her hair in the past and even colored it. My mom doesn't even look in a mirror and never saw herself tonight. She lies down almost all day. I'm really afraid hospice will be upset with me when the nurse comes this week. I don't know that it was about the haircut but I think she's going to complain to hospice and obviously her hair is shorter now.

So last year, I cut my hair very short because of the summer heat and work was making me break a sweat, and I just wanted it out of the way. For some context, I have thick, coarse, naturally curly hair, like Jim Morrison, right? And I always like to straighten it because it's easier to maintain, so it's straight and cut short with an undercut that reaches atop my temples (think Chifuyu Matsuno from Tokyo Revengers, or Levi Ackerman from Attack on Titan). I love my short hair so much, but now I wanna grow it out just a bit because honestly I miss having a ponytail, so I'm gonna let it grow out on its own, but I feel like it may look a bit awkward and weird as it's growing out, so I'm trying to think of ways to cut/style it around so it can properly grow out and all that. As for what I'm going for, I'm thinking of a wolf cut, or something else that's "short", but long enough to be put up in a ponytail. I do wanna keep a bit of an undercut at the nape, but that's about all I'm gonna use clippers on. So above shoulder length is what I'm going for, for now at least. Also, if anyone has any suggestions on alternative hairstyles for me (I'm more of a gith grunge kinda gal), I'll gladly hear them out, because I'm kinda terrible at these things. I know I typed out a lot, but I feel like it could be of some use, you know?

My tips are- take your clipper guard holder and prop the parents phone up against it, and put on a show. Kids also hate the spray bottle so I always spray my comb with water and wet their hair using only the comb so they don't have to freak out about the spray bottle. If you need to cut their bangs, ask the kid, what color are my eyes? Then they will stay looking up for a moment so you can cut their bangs. And if you need the kid to look down to get the nape of their neck, set the phone down in the kids lap or have the parent hold the phone low so that the kid looks down. Have a neck duster brush if allowed in your state and use it instead of a blow dryer to get off loose hairs. Always have candy as a bribe. Have a quiet pair of clippers such as babyliss gold FX's on hand (as much as I dislike them) they are silent, if they aren't, readjust your blade. Most important, FOLD THEIR EAR OUT OF THE WAY! Use your finger as a guard too when trimming around the ears because if it touches a little kids ear it doesn't matter what kind of trimmer it will definitely cut them. If you guys have any more tips definitely share in the comments i'm trying to start a discussion so we can all improve and make kids cuts suck less

I'd prefer if only professionals answered this - I know you don't need to be a professional to know about hair, I'm one of those people, but I plan to go to school to become a professional eventually and my hair is the only thing I like about myself so I need reasonably reliable advice
For reasons I won't get into, I need to trim my side shave myself. I don't have clippers though, only a comb and hair cutting shears, and I can't get clippers for now. I know short cuts are generally designed to taper towards the nape even if it's not a fade, but my side shave needs to be all one length (#3 guard length is the goal) - can I accomplish this with the scissor over comb technique? If not, do you have any recommendations or suggestions on how I can accomplish my goal with the tools I have available?

I (25F) works as a hairstylist in a small salon in our neighborhood mall. My SIL Gina (27F) is embarking on her work at a new company as a computer system analyst. Her brunette straight hair just touch her back and she wants a chin length bob that look professional. For the 6 years that I have known Gina, she didn’t have short hair and her current length is her shortest.
Gina and my brother Tom (30M) turned up at the salon together. The idea of a short bob didn’t goes well with my brother who likes her hair long. After much persuasion by Gina, they finally agreed to get a lob at about 2inch above the shoulder. So I seated Gina in the chair and put on the cape. Then I start to works the scissor on her hair, getting rid of about 5inch. While Tom keep reminding me not to cut it too short. Gina lamented that Tom is too noisy and ask him to have a coffee at the café round the corner. She will call him once she is done.
Once Tom left, Gina forked out her phone and show me some of the style she really wanted. Mostly are short pixie cut and boyish crop. I exclaimed that these are too short and Tom will not be happy. But Gina is determined to cut off all her hair and mentioned that she will handle Tom. She assured me everything will be fine, and it’s her hair anyway. She wanted something easy to manage and professional. She opted for a boyish crop. So it’s fixed.
I start to cut most of her hair and the top are short all over! Start to use a clipper and dig deep onto her nape and high onto the back of her head. The side are also heavily clipper shave. Then begin to trim Gina’s hair with the scissor. Gina is very excited about it as she watch her hair falling to the cape, and keep telling me to go shorter. I told her it’s enough. The final cut is a neat boyish crop with closely clipper side and back. The top is no more than 2 inch and well combed
As you might have guessed, Tom came back in and it took him a moment to recognize its Gina from her back. And another moment to accept the fact that Gina had all her hair cut off. He exclaimed that it shouldn’t be this short and that the wife can easily pass off as an army regular anytime. Tom is furious and he can’t believe that I chop off all of Gina lovely hair. He started questioning me why I did it, especially when he had reminded me not to cut it too short.
Gina try to pacify him and they left off in a hurry, without paying me.
I should have ask Gina to opt for a longer style, and I felt very bad about it. AITA to have cut all my SIL hair off when my brother told me not to?

The undercut, despite its level of popularity these days, has actually been around longer than people would think. It appears that this hairstyle in particular has continued to have relevance in fashion in varying degrees. I did some research into the history of this hairstyle, and due to the fact that the credibility of some sites can be called into question, you can take the following information with a grain of salt.
It is claimed that the undercut originated in 19th century Germany where it was commonly known 'der Inselhaarschnitt' (the island haircut). The haircut took hold with British Street gangs, and it crossed the Atlantic with Scottish and Irish immigrants. They were popular with gangs as they perceived long hair to be a disadvantage in fights. However some claim the hairstyle dates as far back as the Edwardian era, where it was harshly associated with poverty.
During the jazz age of the 1920s and 1930s, the undercut was considered mainstream. Military barbers of the World War I era would give soldiers haircuts of this nature, under orders to facilitate personal hygiene in trench warfare.
The undercut would experience a fluctuation in popularity throughout the 20th century and the 21st century. In the 1980s and 1990s the bowl cut and curtains were fashionable among youth. Curtained hair and undercuts would go out of style in the 2000s until a revival in popularity in the 2010s. In the 21st century the undercut would become associated with villainous characters such as Hannibal Lecter in Hannibal Rising, the Joker in Suicide Squad, and numerous characters in the hit UK TV show, Peaky Blinders. Long versions of the undercut would become fashioned in various styles by musicians such as Skrillex, Rihanna and Kelly Clarkson. Traditionally perceived as a hairstyle worn by men, the female version is argued to have its roots in the metal, rock and goth scenes. It has even been sported by numerous footballers including David Beckham.
So what is an undercut? It could be defined as a hairstyle where the back and sides of the head, and the nape, is trimmed with a hair clipper very short. The top part is cut with scissors and the length of the hair often ranges from 2 to 6 inches, although the hair can be as long as one may desire. In my case, I just let the hair on top grow, however, I have my hair cut every 6 or 8 weeks.
Some regard the undercut as being 'douchey', but it can be considered a practical haircut. I started wearing my hair in this style since 2020 as my hair would somehow become tied with the loops of my face masks. It can also be a presentable yet rebellious hairstyle you can wear with a suit. No matter the occasion and what the current fashion trends are, the undercut looks like it is here to stay.
Please leave comments on the above below. Would you agree with my post?

I (F) like short haircuts (pixie variations) but I hate how the back of my neck (the nape?) gets stubble a few days after the cut. What can I do to maintain the nape so I'm not getting frustrated or so I don't have to go back to the hair salon for a touch up?
What I currently do: As soon as it gets "bad" I dig out the hair clippers/buzzers I bought (only used to tame the back of the neck and blend to stretch the haircut to my next visit), but that only works when the stubble hairs are long.
What I thought about doing: Using Nair on the stubble (I use it for other body parts), shaving (would rather not because of cuts), or buying a personal epilator device (like a mini version of the buzzers, which honestly seems like a waste if I have actual buzzers). Thoughts? TIA!

She had been a regular at Tony’s Salon for 5 years. As a woman of some means this meant maintenance cut every 6-8 months, and the occasional stop in for a color or chop-off. However, there was something markedly different during her last visit. Her scalp itched. When she asked Tony if he was using a new product, he assured her it was business as usual. Perhaps she was developing an allergy, or maybe there was pollen in the air. Whatever the cause, this itch was new. By the time she was home, the itch on her scalp became warm and unrelenting. When she examined herself, the mirror showed no redness, no bumps. She did notice, though, the itch had moved to behind her ears and to the nape of her neck. By days end the itch had migrated to her shoulders and was so unrelenting she took a sleep aide to rest.
​
After a morning of trying desperately to keep her hands of her tingling skin, she went back to Tony’s to try and remedy the itch. Tony ushered her into his chair, and there was a sudden, hot shiver across her body. Sitting became an unbearable task as she felt her entire body quietly rattle with the itch. When Tony’s answers were no relief, she wouldn’t allow him to put any products on her as she feared it would only exacerbate the burning itch. Her entire body trembled in the chair, and Tony suggested she may just be sick and should rest.
​
She resolved to take the rest of the day to sleep in hopes of dulling the itch and what felt like a sweltering skin fever. Once again she took sleeping medication, and in getting ready for bed, the itch had become all-encompassing to her extremities. She couldn’t bear to put on pajamas as her skin throbbed under a sickening heat. How was she not sweating? How were there no blisters, no cracks? When she ran a brush through her hair before putting it up for sleep her scalp stung as though all the heat of her brain matter was pushing outward. She sent the brush across the room, ran a cold shower. Sat down, wept, and fell asleep.
​
By morning she managed to move her body to her bed, where she eschewed all covers and clothing. Her bones vibrated inside of her skin as the itch grew. Within her skull there was a vibration that would not cease, no matter what remedy she applied. No medicine, no salve, no amount of scratching. The only thing she knew was that this began in her scalp. She recalled the searing pain of trying to brush her hair, and when she inadvertently ran her hand through her hair at the thought, the stinging began again.
​
In the following two days she could not sleep. Her body could not touch any surface without the creeping itch growing into a full-body sear. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of her sleeplessness. Her speech slurred and her hands seem to move slower than her manic brain’s stream of consciousness would allow her. When she tried to silence her thought and stop her shaking body, the only thing that remained was the itch. Her lack of sleep and the overwhelming desire to pull every inch of her scalp and skin off overrode her conscious behavior-she expended the lingering energy she had calling a cab to take her back to Tony’s. When she approached him her hand was trembling- but she couldn’t tell if it was the itch, the insomnia, or the mania she took on as the former two grew.
​
“Please take it all off. I need it gone. It’s the only way.”
​
Tony, shocked, obliged. It took only but 4 minutes to run the clipper through her hair to take it down to the scalp. As Tony left to get the broom, she let her head slump into her hands, and she wept. The itch remained. Her sobbing became uncontrollable until she heard it- the hard slap of Tony’s soft body hitting the ground. He had slipped on her fallen hair- and as his head hit the ground let out a hard, wet, thud. Her body itched as it paralyzed in shock. She sat, staring down as his twitching body became slow and lifeless, her skin throbbing.
​
Until, the blood began to pool under him and his fluttering last movements had stopped- so did the itch.

She had been a regular at Tony’s Salon for 5 years. As a woman of some means this meant maintenance cut every 6-8 months, and the occasional stop in for a color or chop-off. However, there was something markedly different during her last visit. Her scalp itched. When she asked Tony if he was using a new product, he assured her it was business as usual. Perhaps she was developing an allergy, or maybe there was pollen in the air. Whatever the cause, this itch was new. By the time she was home, the itch on her scalp became warm and unrelenting. When she examined herself, the mirror showed no redness, no bumps. She did notice, though, the itch had moved to behind her ears and to the nape of her neck. By days end the itch had migrated to her shoulders and was so unrelenting she took a sleep aide to rest.
​
After a morning of trying desperately to keep her hands of her tingling skin, she went back to Tony’s to try and remedy the itch. Tony ushered her into his chair, and there was a sudden, hot shiver across her body. Sitting became an unbearable task as she felt her entire body quietly rattle with the itch. When Tony’s answers were no relief, she wouldn’t allow him to put any products on her as she feared it would only exacerbate the burning itch. Her entire body trembled in the chair, and Tony suggested she may just be sick and should rest.
​
She resolved to take the rest of the day to sleep in hopes of dulling the itch and what felt like a sweltering skin fever. Once again she took sleeping medication, and in getting ready for bed, the itch had become all-encompassing to her extremities. She couldn’t bear to put on pajamas as her skin throbbed under a sickening heat. How was she not sweating? How were there no blisters, no cracks? When she ran a brush through her hair before putting it up for sleep her scalp stung as though all the heat of her brain matter was pushing outward. She sent the brush across the room, ran a cold shower. Sat down, wept, and fell asleep.
​
By morning she managed to move her body to her bed, where she eschewed all covers and clothing. Her bones vibrated inside of her skin as the itch grew. Within her skull there was a vibration that would not cease, no matter what remedy she applied. No medicine, no salve, no amount of scratching. The only thing she knew was that this began in her scalp. She recalled the searing pain of trying to brush her hair, and when she inadvertently ran her hand through her hair at the thought, the stinging began again.
​
In the following two days she could not sleep. Her body could not touch any surface without the creeping itch growing into a full-body sear. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of her sleeplessness. Her speech slurred and her hands seem to move slower than her manic brain’s stream of consciousness would allow her. When she tried to silence her thought and stop her shaking body, the only thing that remained was the itch. Her lack of sleep and the overwhelming desire to pull every inch of her scalp and skin off overrode her conscious behavior-she expended the lingering energy she had calling a cab to take her back to Tony’s. When she approached him her hand was trembling- but she couldn’t tell if it was the itch, the insomnia, or the mania she took on as the former two grew.
​
“Please take it all off. I need it gone. It’s the only way.”
​
Tony, shocked, obliged. It took only but 4 minutes to run the clipper through her hair to take it down to the scalp. As Tony left to get the broom, she let her head slump into her hands, and she wept. The itch remained. Her sobbing became uncontrollable until she heard it- the hard slap of Tony’s soft body hitting the ground. He had slipped on her fallen hair- and as his head hit the ground let out a hard, wet, thud. Her body itched as it paralyzed in shock. She sat, staring down as his twitching body became slow and lifeless, her skin throbbing.
​
Until, the blood began to pool under him and his fluttering last movements had stopped- so did the itch.

She had been a regular at Tony’s Salon for 5 years. As a woman of some means this meant maintenance cut every 6-8 months, and the occasional stop in for a color or chop-off. However, there was something markedly different during her last visit. Her scalp itched. When she asked Tony if he was using a new product, he assured her it was business as usual. Perhaps she was developing an allergy, or maybe there was pollen in the air. Whatever the cause, this itch was new. By the time she was home, the itch on her scalp became warm and unrelenting. When she examined herself, the mirror showed no redness, no bumps. She did notice, though, the itch had moved to behind her ears and to the nape of her neck. By days end the itch had migrated to her shoulders and was so unrelenting she took a sleep aide to rest.
​
After a morning of trying desperately to keep her hands of her tingling skin, she went back to Tony’s to try and remedy the itch. Tony ushered her into his chair, and there was a sudden, hot shiver across her body. Sitting became an unbearable task as she felt her entire body quietly rattle with the itch. When Tony’s answers were no relief, she wouldn’t allow him to put any products on her as she feared it would only exacerbate the burning itch. Her entire body trembled in the chair, and Tony suggested she may just be sick and should rest.
​
She resolved to take the rest of the day to sleep in hopes of dulling the itch and what felt like a sweltering skin fever. Once again she took sleeping medication, and in getting ready for bed, the itch had become all-encompassing to her extremities. She couldn’t bear to put on pajamas as her skin throbbed under a sickening heat. How was she not sweating? How were there no blisters, no cracks? When she ran a brush through her hair before putting it up for sleep her scalp stung as though all the heat of her brain matter was pushing outward. She sent the brush across the room, ran a cold shower. Sat down, wept, and fell asleep.
​
By morning she managed to move her body to her bed, where she eschewed all covers and clothing. Her bones vibrated inside of her skin as the itch grew. Within her skull there was a vibration that would not cease, no matter what remedy she applied. No medicine, no salve, no amount of scratching. The only thing she knew was that this began in her scalp. She recalled the searing pain of trying to brush her hair, and when she inadvertently ran her hand through her hair at the thought, the stinging began again.
​
In the following two days she could not sleep. Her body could not touch any surface without the creeping itch growing into a full-body sear. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of her sleeplessness. Her speech slurred and her hands seem to move slower than her manic brain’s stream of consciousness would allow her. When she tried to silence her thought and stop her shaking body, the only thing that remained was the itch. Her lack of sleep and the overwhelming desire to pull every inch of her scalp and skin off overrode her conscious behavior-she expended the lingering energy she had calling a cab to take her back to Tony’s. When she approached him her hand was trembling- but she couldn’t tell if it was the itch, the insomnia, or the mania she took on as the former two grew.
​
“Please take it all off. I need it gone. It’s the only way.”
​
Tony, shocked, obliged. It took only but 4 minutes to run the clipper through her hair to take it down to the scalp. As Tony left to get the broom, she let her head slump into her hands, and she wept. The itch remained. Her sobbing became uncontrollable until she heard it- the hard slap of Tony’s soft body hitting the ground. He had slipped on her fallen hair- and as his head hit the ground let out a hard, wet, thud. Her body itched as it paralyzed in shock. She sat, staring down as his twitching body became slow and lifeless, her skin throbbing.
​
Until, the blood began to pool under him and his fluttering last movements had stopped- so did the itch.

She had been a regular at Tony’s Salon for 5 years. As a woman of some means this meant maintenance cut every 6-8 months, and the occasional stop in for a color or chop-off. However, there was something markedly different during her last visit. Her scalp itched. When she asked Tony if he was using a new product, he assured her it was business as usual. Perhaps she was developing an allergy, or maybe there was pollen in the air. Whatever the cause, this itch was new. By the time she was home, the itch on her scalp became warm and unrelenting. When she examined herself, the mirror showed no redness, no bumps. She did notice, though, the itch had moved to behind her ears and to the nape of her neck. By days end the itch had migrated to her shoulders and was so unrelenting she took a sleep aide to rest.
After a morning of trying desperately to keep her hands of her tingling skin, she went back to Tony’s to try and remedy the itch. Tony ushered her into his chair, and there was a sudden, hot shiver across her body. Sitting became an unbearable task as she felt her entire body quietly rattle with the itch. When Tony’s answers were no relief, she wouldn’t allow him to put any products on her as she feared it would only exacerbate the burning itch. Her entire body trembled in the chair, and Tony suggested she may just be sick and should rest.
She resolved to take the rest of the day to sleep in hopes of dulling the itch and what felt like a sweltering skin fever. Once again she took sleeping medication, and in getting ready for bed, the itch had become all-encompassing to her extremities. She couldn’t bear to put on pajamas as her skin throbbed under a sickening heat. How was she not sweating? How were there no blisters, no cracks? When she ran a brush through her hair before putting it up for sleep her scalp stung as though all the heat of her brain matter was pushing outward. She sent the brush across the room, ran a cold shower. Sat down, wept, and fell asleep.
By morning she managed to move her body to her bed, where she eschewed all covers and clothing. Her bones vibrated inside of her skin as the itch grew. Within her skull there was a vibration that would not cease, no matter what remedy she applied. No medicine, no salve, no amount of scratching. The only thing she knew was that this began in her scalp. She recalled the searing pain of trying to brush her hair, and when she inadvertently ran her hand through her hair at the thought, the stinging began again.
In the following two days she could not sleep. Her body could not touch any surface without the creeping itch growing into a full-body sear. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of her sleeplessness. Her speech slurred and her hands seem to move slower than her manic brain’s stream of consciousness would allow her. When she tried to silence her thought and stop her shaking body, the only thing that remained was the itch. Her lack of sleep and the overwhelming desire to pull every inch of her scalp and skin off overrode her conscious behavior-she expended the lingering energy she had calling a cab to take her back to Tony’s. When she approached him her hand was trembling- but she couldn’t tell if it was the itch, the insomnia, or the mania she took on as the former two grew.
“Please take it all off. I need it gone. It’s the only way.”
Tony, shocked, obliged. It took only but 4 minutes to run the clipper through her hair to take it down to the scalp. As Tony left to get the broom, she let her head slump into her hands, and she wept. The itch remained. Her sobbing became uncontrollable until she heard it- the hard slap of Tony’s soft body hitting the ground. He had slipped on her fallen hair- and as his head hit the ground let out a hard, wet, thud. Her body itched as it paralyzed in shock. She sat, staring down as his twitching body became slow and lifeless, her skin throbbing.
​
Until, the blood began to pool under him and his fluttering last movements had stopped- so did the itch.

Every men like handsome and beautyful. Hair is the impotant part of body. Hairstyles are just as significant as anything else that effects our looks. Some men’s hairstyles to get encouraged from for when looking for a new do. Short cuts are considered to be men hair style’s classic cuts.
Short hairstyles are often being deliberated out of style, which brings us to medium length haircuts. Various ways of wearing a short cut could be with bangs forward or at a certain vertical angle. Using some of your hairstyling products to get a recent spike effect is also a very trendy way to have your hair. This look is also gained by messing up your hair right when you come out of the shower and using a hair styling product such as paste, wax or gel, but instead of pushing the hair forward, the bangs are pushed back and the hair is all over the place.
Other hairstyle is mop. This hairstyle really reveals off this model’s amazing thick hair. Butch/Buzz cut hair style is cut with clippers to a parallel length all over the head. A low maintenance style, which can suit thinning hair
Flattop hair style is cut alike to a Crew cut, except the top is cut to form a flat shape. This style appeals most ages and professions. Long hair is a hard style for men to wear. Men will normally have thick, strong, waved or curly, and stubborn hair. When it starts to grow too long, instead of falling down it will twist and turn into a massive bush. undesirable to say the least. Other long hairstyles also include dreads which aren’t occasional and still fashionable, there is never anything wrong with honouring your roots.
Long on the top hairstyle, keeping hair short on the sides but longer on top admits you to brush your bangs to the side. Low Fade hairstyle is shaved to the skin around the core of the sides and back of the head and then tapered, blended or ‘faded’into the length at the top. High and Tight hairstyle are shaved completely free of hair. The top is normally cut in a short flat top, or hummed to around 1/7 or ¼ inch. The high and tight is a fairly standard cut for US Marines.
Another hairstyle is medium cuts. This style isn’t simply a scuffle and go. Ironically, the bed head look needs a bit more work. Adding some type of gel to hair will get this new look we are discussing about. Burr hairstyle is cut to 1/8 inch all over the head. A perfect low-maintenance hair style.
Classic Taper hairstyle is cut precociously shorter lower down towards the nape of the neck. It tapers down. Generally done whit electric clippers to give a scrunch, freshly cut look. There is plenty of choices out there for mens hairstyles that are waiting to be explored.
Dreadlocks long hairstyle style is favoured by men. The hair may be only as long as the collar, or it may stretch to the waistline. Afros is a natural hair style where the hair stands out in a halo or huff around the head rather than being confined, straightened or trimmed. Many a Afros are only an inch or two long, while others may be several inches in length for very evident styles.
If you are looking for the best hairstyle in Jersey City then get your ideal hairstyle done today from the experienced and trusted hairdresser salon at RefineSalons.com.