Then there are the people like the lady in my office with the enormous, roller-set helmet hair where you can't even imagine where they find someone who can (or would) even cut it like that anymore.

Beauty schools. Because if other states are like Washington, you need do have done X number of hours of "wet sets" before you can graduate. Long ago, when I was in cosmetology school, my classmates would practice roller sets on me. We'd show the result to the professors, get the grade, and then go backcomb my hair even further into proper gothy big hair.

I think it's probably easier to get a less expensive good haircut in a relatively big city because the talent pool is deeper.

I didn't die! Three hours on skates. I remembered my crossovers, I can still skate backwards and can still skate fast (I came in third behind two of the Derby Girls in a two lap race).

Yay Cashmere!

Maybe your roller derby name should be Cashmere? Or Cash Mere?

I have been thinking of going to see a guy I went to HS with who gives high end cuts (he was an art major in HS), but I am pretty sure that would run me over $200 if I did cut and color. The other option is to go to the cheap gay boy salon, but they sometimes give me mom hair because they don't know me!

Crash Mere.

Cool Cashmere.

Colin is even taunting on Twitter.

Somehow, it feels different now that I'm here. And it is a cool pool.

Okay, back to work, and then poolside.

Oh, and David- youre saying by sticking to the bob to avoid mom hair, I basically have mom hair. I think this is true in the city, but around here, people still seem to have big hair. (at least going by facebook and coworkers)

Sophia, I've found in the past if I'm in a total hair rut it's not a bad investment to go for a higher-end cut just to get the creative juices going, and then you can go back to something more in your normal range but with a better idea of how to direct the stylist. Might be worth considering. Maybe not cut and color at once to make it more managable?

I've had a productive weekend. Yesterday I bought an A/C and a new cellphone (as my old one died). Today I dragged my bike on the train to Wicker Park to drop it off for repairs. It sounds like it could take up to a month for new parts to arrive from Europe, but it was almost worth it to see the bike shop guy's jaw drop when he saw how much damage I'd done.

People in Rochester:

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