With the sudden lack of operational salons and barber shops in the world, we’ve seen people employ a number of creative (and no-so-creative) workarounds to the situation. Some people have taken to cutting their own hair. Been there, done that and bought the T-shirt. Others have taken the Karen approach, endlessly whinging like a toddler about how they can’t get their hair done (as if there’s nothing more important), taking to the streets to protest such grave injustice with placards bearing literal Nazi slogans.
I myself have taken neither of these routes, opting instead to simply let my freak flag fly. Just like I used to in the old days. I reckon when the provincial state of emergency is eventually lifted I won’t be able to get my hair cut for at least another six weeks because of the backlog, to say nothing of the fact that the continued observance of social distancing guidelines will likely prevent the barber from being able to accommodate too many customers at once. On top of that, the people from my former life who exerted the most pressure on me to keep my hair cut short have since become food for the worms. So I thought, fuck it. I’ll go full-on flower child. Behold, a rare (partial) selfie illustrating the progress of said freak flag, followed immediately by a classic tune that relates to the subject matter…
Five and ¾ Senses 