But there is one part of my childhood that I truly miss to this day: the haircut.
As a child, haircuts were easy.
Every month or so, my mom would take me (totally against my will), and I was held captive in that chair while being told that if I moved, I'd probably end up with scissors in my eye.
I wasn't asked any questions or forced into ritualistic small talk, but I was able to relax and think about the cup of ice cream that was coming afterward.
Haircuts today are much more complicated ... and I think I've finally figured out why.
I'm sure the same issues existed to a degree when I was younger, but there's one fundamental difference: I care what my hair looks like now.
In the early '80s, being a kid with a bowl cut was cute.
