The Filipino Haircut
At forty-four years of age I can say I have had haircuts all over the world. While lately in the declining years of my hair follicles this has become more and more of a challenge, it is still a necessity of life. I never want to be accused of being the sad pathetic man trying to desperately cling to his last few three feet long strands. On of the most terrifying haircuts I ever had was in a tiny barbershop in a small town in Egypt. The barber executed his craft utilizing only a single straight edge razor blade. During the process at any moment I could have become a flaccid ball of flesh, my life blood oozing out into a pool at on the floor. Another inauguration into the world of the third world haircut came in the Philippines during my first visit. The... I shouldn't call him a barber, perhaps stylist, was so gay I wondered if he would break into a rendition of a Barbara Streisand song as his scissors snipped and snapped. I have never had a problem getting a haircut from