I got a haircut yesterday. I somehow remember haircuts to be an angst filled extravaganza when I was growing up where I would somehow metamorphazie into something more attractive. Great pains were taken in determining proper length, part, and the use of everything from VO5 to hair gel (Dep was my friend back in the days – but not a very forgiving one). Now I’ve pretty much settled into the idea that I’m going to look unappealing regardless of hairstyle. I have much bigger flaws.