The haircut is good, over, and it's always nice to see Gracie. I'm rarely hair-obsessed. Unless it's bad. I'm human; a bad hair day can spin me into apoplexia. But I cut my own hair for years. That's a person who might have something more on their mind than the thatch growing out of it. Or might be someone who plain doesn't give a damn.
Truth will out... I'm prone to get a wild hair now and then. I must confess to a time in the '80s when I had a burgundy perm. I looked like a raspberry. Scary thing is, it was very cool at the time.