By: Lillien

gregderieg 1 month, 1 week ago on Twitter

Men, make a resolution to start using a BARBER this year! Let men be MEN! http://bit.ly/8vBkTG

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[...] was once again doing some online research and found this website. It is about the art of manliness and this specific page talks about a brief history of barber [...]

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Lillien 3 months, 3 weeks ago on Wordpress

There is something nostalgic about barber shops. I think of the age on innocence and is a way to go back into the past. It is more personal

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mattthomas 4 months ago on Twitter

@austinkleon Oh, no no no. Barbers tend to understand men's hair better. See http://j.mp/16XFyh. Check out http://www.avenuebarbershop.com/

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Joe S 4 months, 1 week ago on Wordpress

I used to go to a barbershop like many as a child but found my local barber only had about three haircuts. When you get to be around 18, the “number 2’s” don’t quite cut it as far as an actual style goes. People went to Unisex places as I have now because of my point earlier, old school barbers don’t evolve. If you get a bad haircut and complain, you are viewed as a queer or sissy. I would love to have a competent barber cut my hair and not take 8.5 minutes. I may search for one in town again after reading this article. I hate to see them go but not at the cost of looking like the last 20 guys that went before you… ... See all content Hide content

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Samuel 4 months, 2 weeks ago on Wordpress

I remember my first visits to a real barber, in the sleepy town of Campbell, Ca. It was the 70’s and things seemed easier and seamless, and oddly enough innocent. Of course, this perspective is of a pre-adolescent precocious boy, living in a predominately white middle class neighborhood. Though we were Sephardic Jews, and people couldn’t tell if we were ‘”Mexican”, Greek , or Iranian. We were treated with dignity for the most part, especially when we clarified that we were not “Mexican”.

The Sephardim:

Sepharadim, are Jews who lived in Spain for hundreds of years under Islamic rule prior to the discovery of what eventually would be called America. The culture of what was to be called Andalusian Islam, helped to promote religious humanism along with peaceful ethnic interaction with (Christians, Jews and Moslem’s) of which the world since has hardly known. The Andalucian Jews in particular, are recognized by scholars of that period, as being instrumental in translating works of great importance which helped in the development of European culture emerge from the dark ages. Our lingua franca, is Spanish with an admixture of Hebrew and Arabic, known as Ladino, but to the untrained ears and culturally ignorant it sounds like “Mexican”. (a language class of its own)

A note about the Spanish Language:

The Spanish language prior to the 1950’s or the mass immigration of Mexican working class families in California, was a regal language that at one time had the same status that English enjoys today. Somehow, the Spanish language fell into disgrace in North America, and it became associated with an “dirty immigrant” language by which common gardeners communicate with each other. My proud mother never let go of her heritage and her devotion to the Ladino language, much to my chagrin and embarrassment. As you can imagine, for a boy wanting to “fit in” the seventies in California, those sunny days were wrought with with a quiet prejudice associating anyone who could be considered “Mexican”, by default with all those who communicated in Spanish with their families. In retrospect, I have embraced my mother tongue pridefully, and have worked out my indifference to it, a stigma no doubt I developed while growing up in sleepy, California.

The local Barber shop:

Although I don’t remember my first haircut, a relish my first haircut in Campbell. It was a little shop located by the Winchester Hardware Store, another place that I enjoyed going to with my pop. He dropped me off at the barbers while he went shopping at the hardware store. I was left there for my first time facing what seemed to me a bear of a man, wearing what I could Identify was a “crew cut”. I knew the type of haircut because I was a devoted follower of, Gomer Pyle, USMC and his haircut was just like Sgt Carter’s, Gomer’s arch nemesis.

That type of haircut was what I desired, in my young mind it was sharp, but my parents talked me out of it, and I went with a less aggressive looking cut. In the end, years later, I won that fashion battle, as I ended up enlisting in the Marines, and I got my wish to have a very cool looking crew cut. I guess Gomer Pyle USMC made an indelible impression on my childhood.

The shop itself as I remembered was decorated banally, with an amalgamation of military knick knacks, pin up girls, and licence plates. It smelled like most typical barber shops, a mixture of baby powder, cheap after shave, and before it became uncool, cigarette smoke, yet I loved it there. For one, I was allowed to read the playboy magazines, as we all know we don’t really read them, and that was a rite of passage for any young precocious boy. The other treat, was the war stories that the men shared with each other. Typically the shop attracted the some young men who had fought in Vietnam, and I felt lucky sitting in on some of the conversations, that these men shared with each other. For a young boy who watched Gomer Pyle and played soldiers, it was fascinating being there listening to these stories while getting a good haircut.

That was my barber shop growing up in the 70’s it was a place were I was introduced to some of the puzzles of manhood, while walking out looking good.

Since then, I have had a fascination with barber shops but because of my busy lifestyle and constant moving, I have not had the privileged of finding one that captures the “feel” of that one barber shop on Winchester Avenue…Although I’m still searching for one, this time not only for myself, but for my four boys.

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AndisCompany 5 months, 3 weeks ago on Twitter

http://bit.ly/IeQas Reading: Rediscovering the Barbershop - interesting read...

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[...] King James IV was recorded as purchasing whisky from the local barber upon a visit to Dundee in 1506. That he purchased it from the barber would not have raised any [...]

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nextar 6 months, 3 weeks ago on Wordpress

The barber shop is great but it’s hard to get a good haircut there anymore; its usually some middle aged or older guy who pulls out the clippers and the next thing you know you’re in the marines with a high and tight; most of the unisex salons are awful with women who seem clueless, badly trained and pissed to be dealing with a man;

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Browser Games 6 months, 4 weeks ago on Wordpress

I think your article has some truth to it, however I believe the time you speak of is dead. Today, many men (at least younger men, by younger I mean 45 and younger) want more than just a simple Marines haircut. They want color, a style that is flexible, and the 60’s long hair for men fad is kicking in again. I highly suggest men who want a unique cut to go to a stylist, not some chain like SuperCuts but a local salon and pay the $35 to get a nice cut. ... See all content Hide content

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Ishkabible 8 months ago on Reddit

Do you know the name of this effect or the name of what causes it?

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