I've gotten haircuts. Thousands of them. That's because my thick, Jew-fro-prone hair grows quickly. But there was something about what Frank at Soho House Chicago's Cowshed Spa does that made this chop extraspecial. Perhaps it was how the only Soho House barber in the US meticulously works each part of my head, separating it into sections as if he were diagramming the different cuts of steak on a cow. Or maybe it was the gentle swiping motion he employed when giving me a straight-razor shave on the back of my neck. (Side note: dude accurately guessed how long it had been since I got my last haircut strictly based on my neck-hair length.) I think what it comes down to is care.
Typically my haircuts, which involve a shampoo, a scissor trim, and clippers on my neck, are in, out, and on with my life. Getting a thorough, intricate haircut (a steal at $28) wasn't so much a stretch as a long-overdue necessity. Whereas I typically go for the messy-shaggy look, a more refined haircut boosted my self-confidence and gave me an always-welcomed feeling of maturity (after all, I am 30!). This wasn't pampering: it was an act of adulthood. So, ladies, I now get why you spend so much time at the salon — and perhaps even get so many blowouts.
