I went to my normal barber shop today. I was greeted by a VERY loud woman who proceeded to interrogate me for my name, address, and phone number. She was also holding a 2 year old child, and periodically turning her head to fuss at at a 4 year old child somewhere in the back. What the hell. This is not the normal experience I get when I go here. She shakes my hand and introduces herself as the owner. I know the owner. He's got a [penis] and I am pretty sure she doesn't. I assume it must be his wife and pity his misfortune. It is at this point that I realize the two folks working there today are both chicks. Okay. Again, this is not normal. No biggy really though. I get assigned to a woman in her 30's wearing a leopard-print shirt/jacket/thing and a red skirt. She has dyed dark yellow hair with the roots slightly showing. It's boy short, but that doesn't stop her from tying weird little pony tail things in the one or two inch long strands at her neck. It was at this point that I should have ran for the exit, in hindsight. But I really needed a damn haircut. The woman cutting my hair attempts to make small-talk over the din of children screaming and the owner "shushing" and mothering them. I am gripping the arm rests of the chair like I'm at the dentist. The alleged owner decides to prop the door open and let in a breeze. The apron over me is blowing up an down, and hair is billowing like tumbleweeds. Did I mention its 37 friggin' degrees outside? The woman cutting my hair is visibly annoyed, but is unable to do anything since it is her boss and her boss is clearly giving off the "I'm in a [itch bay]y mood" vibe. The lady asks me what I do and I tell her I work in studying past climate, environmental change. That sort of thing. She immediately asks if any women do that. What? After a long "uhhh..." from me as I tried to comprehend how she got to that and where this was going, I replied that while my specific subfield is dominated by men, there are several women who are quite prominent in the field, and in my discipline in general it is actually a pretty even mix. She seems mildly disappointed, as if she had something ready to say to a different response, but reluctantly says "oh. good." One thing about this place is that it gives a complimentary old-fashioned neck-shave with a single edged razor whenever you come in. This leopard lady hippy chick massacred me. Massacred me. Cold water. Scraped off every bit of my skin like she was preparing a paternity test for the Octomom's litter. I thought I had found a good place to get a hair cut, but I'm horrified to ever go back there now. My only other obvious options that are close to me is a chain called "Floyd's" which looks over-priced and more like a man salon, and "The Best Little Ole Hair House in Colorado" down the block that, well, is named after a musical. Also, do any of you guys let them mess with your eyebrows? I don't. if I were Anthony Davis, I'd consider it but I think they're fine.