for a white woman it would have all sorts of social signifiers that I think I get away without.

I think that's true. Very few of the white women I know in the hair fetish community feel like they can just shave or buzz their heads the way they prefer. Aside from family/social pressure against it, most think it's a look that would be deemed unacceptable and unprofessional at work.

Yeah, most white women/girls I know would simply balk at having hair that short. But I do see it more on older women now, or a slightly longer variation thereof.

This was said at work today: "Once we get the elephants on stage, we'll be focusing lights to them."

Without the lights, no one would notice the elephants.

I have a white friend who wore her hair about half an inch long for a few years in her late 30s. She's bi and worked in a college town where the social signifiers like super short hair weren't terribly important anyway. I thought she looked great! It really brought out her eyes and cheekbones. But apparently the upkeep got old (trimming it weekly) so she's growing her hair out now.

I agree, for white women anything shorter than a pixie cut feels "alternative" in some way (or possibly "cancer patient".)

I got a high-and-tight when I was at Fort Benning, but that was because there was only a barber on base who didn't know how to do a pixie cut. I'd never gotten the courage to buzz it, and I won't now, with my hair so thin.

Homeowners: as I'm searching through listings for apartments, I'm starting to get the idea that to get what I want, I'll need to actually get a house with a mortgage. There's a house that looks like that would be less than I'm paying now on rent, with more space (and if it's mine, I can do whatever I want, and have extra cash for higher heating bills and repairs).

But, that's scary!

That aside, I wouldn't be signing myself up for mysterious and unknown-to-me homeowner expenses --ooh, property tax, damn.

I had your haircut for a while in my twenties, ita. But I was very deliberately also aiming for androgyny.

So Emmett and I have to carry our old couch down three flights of stairs, and then the new couch back up those three flights of stairs.

What's the over/under on how many times we yell "Pivot! Piv-OTT!" at each other today?

My bet is on "Left! No, other left!"

I get a pang of jealousy every time I see someone with my haircut, because it takes me a couple beats to remember I have it too. But I do feel I've been lightly rapped on my knuckles when I see it accessorised nicely--big earrings and strong lipstick which I rarely remember to do.

Traditionally black women are supposed to be spending so much time and effort to copy white hair, and here's a haircut we can both have without processing or agita, and we're the only ones with it.

I'm lazy, so I often let it go three months between cuts, but a sharp sharp person wouldn't really need to do it more than once a month. Once every two is what I tell myself I'll start doing--but apart from those visits I do absolutely nothing to my hair (I do wash and moisturise my scalp, but it's not about the hair). V. simple.

Watching the pilot of Starsky and Hutch, and they've been wet and shirtless twice, both times with shoulder holsters still, and the second time they had basically the following exchange:

"Who are we going to trust then?"
"Who we normally trust. Each other."

Gay fish in a slashy barrel. No wonder why the movie went how it did.