Every week or two, I find myself seated in an old leathery black chair with a light black cloth draped around my shoulders. With sweat slowly dripping down my brow from the lack of centralized air in the room. Infused with the boisterous sounds of drums, horns and the melodic tunes of the Caribbean playing from a huge but, out-of-date wall speaker. While dozens of men holler and banter back and forth on such riveting subjects as, Nicki Minaj’s ass, Why Michael Vick shouldn’t play this week, the latest Chrysler 300 model, and Nicki Minaj’s Ass... again...
If you haven’t guess by now, this is my Barbershop. “The Black Man’s Country Club,” if you will. Now I realize everyone’s experience might not be as prestigious and as exceptional as mine. Haha. But whether you go to the traditional barber, Super Cuts (for my paler less pigmented friends) or your cousin Tito who cuts your hair in his garage. One thing is Universal...
Fresh Haircuts Make a Man Feel GOOOOOOD!!!
And I’m not talking about the I-got -a -three –day- weekend -from work -kind –of-good. Or the, I- just- won $20- dollars- on –a- scratch off ticket -kind- of- good either. I’m talking about the, IF- KERRY WASHINGTON- HERSELF -WALKED PASSED- ME RIGHT –NOW- SHE WOULD- WANT TO HAVE- MY -CHILD, KIND –OF- GOOD! ... Just because my Fade is Tight.
Maybe I’m just speaking for myself but after a nice cut, my Smile is a little brighter, there’s a little lean in my step, and extra debonair flare in my voice. I can’t be stopped. “King Kong ain’t got nothing on me.” A good example would be Bradley Cooper in “Limitless.”
But with all the extra pep and energy, most of the time, it goes unnoticed by many. As Men we are quick to give out compliments to ladies. Such as “Damn girl yo’ booty so nice I wanna eat cereal out the dimples of your Ass.” Although quite obscene and highly uncalled for, We mean well...We mean well...Truly... We really mean well.
And yet this grand act of misplaced admiration is rarely returned.
So ladies, I dare you...
I triple double dog nuts dare you,
From this point on and until sweet black baby Jesus comes and takes us away (Fuck YOU FRANK OCEAN FOR THAT BULLSHIT Ass LINE!), If you see a brother with a smooth, well maintained cut.
Say something Dammit! You never know you might get a free Gatorade or something out of it.
And fellas don’t be afraid to tell your boy he has a fresh cut. IT’S NOT GAY... It’s only Gay unless you were stroking the side of his head and gazing into his eyes while you were saying it.
I AM WE.
2 comments:
To tell the truth, there's something about a man with a fresh cut that is VERY appealing... I don't know why I don't give the compliments or positive reinforcement. I'll do better.
thank you... i commend you on your dedication..lol
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