I had the best haircut last night. Not in terms of style, although it does look pretty good. No, when I say the best haircut I’m talking in terms of the actual haircutting experience. Things started off rocky when I sat down in the chair and was immediately swiveled so I sat face to face with a 10-year-old boy in the chair next to me. Why do stylists insist on forcing you to stare directly at another client? It wouldn’t be so bad if you could at least turn your head, but the best you can do is either close your eyes or look down at the floor. I chose a combination, opting to go with half-closed eyes staring at my shoes.

Here is what made the cut so great--my stylist was unusually rough. The clippers were dull and tugged at my hair, she was super rough with the comb and it scratched at my scalp, and she was even rough when she did that thing where they pinch your hair between two fingers and cut it. I know what your probably thinking, Johnny that sounds awful. Well not to me. I have dandruff, which means my scalp is itchy… a lot. So I absolutely love having my scalp scratched. Sometimes when we’re sitting on the couch watching a movie, Kathryn will scratch my head and it feels fantastic. While most people would have found it to be torture, with all the tugging and pulling and scratching my stylist was doing, I essentially got a nice relaxing scalp massage. Unfortunately, I think she was new, which means she probably hasn’t yet mastered her technique. And, I’m sure she’ll get a few complaints, which will lead to her to adopt a more gentle style before I go in again. That’s a damn shame because that was hands down the absolute best haircut I’ve ever had.