...and tapered in back. That's what I always say to the barber; what I get more depends on how hung over they are, I think.
When I read articles on occasion about getting The Best Haircut, I am usually bemused. I'd like to get one of those some day, where they take care of you, leave you feeling fresh and all that. I'm not looking for the shops that specialize in having ex-Hooters Girls as the barbers, nor do I want the Newest, Edgiest Look. I just want a decent cut, done by someone who knows what they're doing -- which, to be fair, these people usually do -- and who cares about what they do -- which, I kind of doubt.
At the place where I usually go, there's five or so barbers -- the owner, a short Russian who likes to talk at length; a guy who appears to have been a Hells Angel at one point, complete with tattoos and long hair; two women, one of whom also has long hair and tattoos, and a guy who once saw me reading a computer magazine and therefore concluded that I wanted to hear about his prowess in gaming. I leveled up pretty quick, of course. Yeah. Fascinating. I try not to annoy people who are using sharp objects near me.
There are other barbers around. One specializes in Field and Stream magazines, and loves talking about hunting. One takes appointments only, which always strikes me as odd. And another seems to be open only on St. Swithin's Day.
Just once, I'd like to get one of those outstanding haircuts. I bet I'd be surprised how much it costs.... and how much, the next day, it ends up looking like what I usually get.