Because I value Crystal's readership, I decided to eliminate her concern that I might pull my hair into a ponytail, and I got myself a hair cut today.
You may remember from earlier this week that the look I was hoping for was best described as "a classic look, but as if I've just been in a fight." To help in this, my wife printed out pictures of Russell Crowe when he was at the Oscars recently.
Crowe throws phones at people. That was sort of the aura I was hoping to achieve: "Hello, I'm wacky nutso dangerous. If you bother me, I will attack you with the nearest object and then I will steal your girlfriend using my New Zealand accent."
What I ended up with, however, isn't very close to that. This style is neither sexy nor threatening. I don't look as if I've been in a fight in my life. I look like the sort of person who should be presenting game shows on the Disney Channel in the 90s. It's all gone horribly wrong. I want my Jesus hair back.