{"id":1115,"date":"2011-08-07T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-08-07T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jorj.org:4433\/?p=1115"},"modified":"2013-01-07T17:08:54","modified_gmt":"2013-01-07T17:08:54","slug":"the-big-snip","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.k8s.jorj.org\/?p=1115","title":{"rendered":"The Big Snip"},"content":{"rendered":"

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In 1987, I started growing my hair long. Not because I thought long would be good, or good looking, but because I hated having other people cut my hair. Some time in late 1988 or early 1989, the waves that became curls finally became long enough to reach my shoulders.<\/p>\n

I had it trimmed – I believe three times – by my friend Val, first in 1990 and most recently in 1992 or 1993. And even with those trimmings, it still reached my shoulders.<\/p>\n

As I’ve approached 40, I’ve found that my hairline is receeding faster than I like. Every morning I’m confronted with more of the top of my head. I decided that when I turned 40, it would be time to give it the big snip.<\/p>\n

This was that very moment, when I plowed a pair of barber’s shears through the thick wad of hair still back there.<\/p>\n

After this came another 40 minutes or so of slowly shaving it all off. Go bald guys! Yay!<\/p>\n

And for some more pictures of the event, I’ve attached them below.<\/p>\n