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Being somewhat absentminded, I tend to forgot about haircuts. That said, I also occasionally have the vague desire to join the Long Flowing Hair Club for Scientists, or have Wildean locks to pass through piccadilly with a poppy or a lily in my medieval hand. The problem with this is that my hair just doesn't do that; it's too fine, and as a result I tend to go through a manageable - moussed - ah screw it cycle. I picked a random barber for the "ah screw it phase" today, Turkish guy, and he basically took one look at me, ignored any of my suggestions and preceded to wale on it with an electric razor, as a result, I now look beveled.