Considering what was at stake, and my history of hair as a symbol of rebellion, youth, and virility, taking a buzz came rather simply; quickly even.
The road to a buzz probably started with Bruce Willis. His hair thinned almost the moment he met Cybil Shepherd (hair loss is stress induced– men get it from women). A few years later it was a buzz, then a shave. Yet Bruce looked great and even expanded his masculine, child-like, comical roles of death and mayhem.
A few years ago one of my kids asked me when I planned to go to a buzz. I didn’t have a plan. At the time, I still had a thick and healthy head of hair from temples to tail– except on top where my comb and brush left skid marks.
I needed professional advice and got it during one visit to Diane, my personal stylist at SuperCuts. The deed was done. Ron had a buzz. My only two regrets are– why did I have to do it in the first place, and why didn’t I do it years ago?
As to the former, some of us keep our hair longer and thicker than others. My day was done. As to the latter, perhaps it was a vestige of the mop top in the Beatles era that kept me from giving up the ghost, but once it was gone, so was the ghost.
I should have taken a buzz a decade earlier.
Ultra short hair on a man is the only way to go. No more comb. More brush. No more worries about the wind. No part that’s hard to find. No gels, no coloring, no shaving, no waxing, flaxing, or curling. Gone is hat hair. Gone is motorcycle helmet hair.
It’s just me, my head, and a buzz and it feels great. I use less shampoo. A towel dry isn’t much more than one rub front to back and back again. Done.
Having a buzz is so easy that it must be the way God intended. My wife likes it. I like it. The neighborhood dogs like it (they don’t run away any more). I save on haircuts. The buzz must have caught on. SuperCuts closed and Diane left town.
My wife told me I have a good head for a buzz, though she has a vested interest in tossing me a bone of compliment. Only she sees the money saved.
The buzz is good. Long live the buzz.
Did I mention that I shaved my 30-year-old mustache? My upper lip was not happy.