Though this talk of haircuts reminds me of the time I angry cried because of a haircut.
I had gotten a sort of chin length cut. I was happy with it at first, but when I got home I realized they'd tapered the back into a sort of bob.
And I was furious and defeated and to my confusion and probably to my boyfriend's I started to cry.
Looking back now it was pretty obvious. Tapering the back made the cut from a longish, overgrown male cut to a distinctly female one. This was before I'd figured this gender stuff out, so I didn't put the pieces together then. Though I went into the hairdresser with female pictures the one I picked was inspired by Sebastian's (male) appearance.
My aversion to haircuts probably has to do with a lifetime of experiences like this. Just almost getting what I want but then being thrown off by some unspeakable detail that takes an acceptable androgynous/male haircut into feminine. I have the words now, so at least there's a hope that the next one will be right. But I'm still not looking forward to it.