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| - I had to wait a few days after my haircut to decide how to rate this place. It was certainly an experience - Dear Yelp, let me tell you all about it.
With a pixie cut, I've resigned myself to haircuts every 8 weeks max. I've been able to sneak in trips to my old, much-beloved hairdresser on well-timed visits to Boston for a few months now, but it's getting tiring, and I wasn't going to be able to see her before my pixie devolved into a mullet, so I accepted that I needed to get a Montreal haircut, pronto.
After looking around, and influenced greatly by the Google reviews (because Yelp didn't put this place on my lists...maybe I should have listened?), I booked an appointment at Coupe Bizzarre, and scuttled right over to get a trim. While there, two hairdressers were hard at work, one with a cute curly bob who was giving a long asymmetrical cut to a college-student-type, and one with green punky hair, who was giving an...interesting...cut to an older woman - a white, spikey fauxhawk with very long sideburns, and sort of an inverted-Dracula neckline, where two peaks came down the sides of her neck, and then the hairline scooped up in the middle. It was not my taste, but the recipient seemed effusively overjoyed by it. Different strokes, and all that.
Fauxhawk-giver, named Meghan, was my stylist, and about 15 minutes after my appointment time, we got started. I explained that I needed a trim for my pixie, and that I wanted to keep the sideburns on the longer side, and the front, but shorten up the back and sides. It would be a dry cut, she told me, and then afterward I could get a shampoo and style if I wanted.
And she got to work. She buzzed the back, and then set to work on the sides with scissors.
FOR AN HOUR.
Snip, snip, snip. Snip, snip, snip. "Got to make sure there are no lines!" Now, I have fine hair. I'm used to stylists taking a set of clippers, shortening everything up in about 10 minutes, and then layering the top, straightening the sideburns, and calling it good. The sides alone took almost an hour, and then the front and top...and all during this, Meghan had a vitriolic conversational style...
Now, this was on the last day of the recent American government shutdown, and I was pissed off about the political situation, but as a conversation topic, it raised my anxiety level...a lot. About how the rich folks are f-ing over the rest of us, about corruption. When not talking about that, she was laughing about how the c*nts from high school all seemed to have crappy lives on Facebook, with dead-end jobs, having kids young (I have a kid, I'm young, um...). Sigh.
By the time she was done snip snip snipping, I just wanted to get out of there. She did a good job listening to some specific things I wanted her to fix, even though the overall cut was rather shorter than I'd intended.
I probably would have liked the cut a lot more if it had taken 35 minutes, not 1h 35min, and if there had been a lot less anxiety-inducing conversation. I got sucked in, but I probably should have shut it down. I left there feeling crappy about my haircut (even though, with the student discount, the price was great), and put a scarf on my head when I got home.
Now, a week later (and a self-trim of the sideburns), I love the haircut, so I'm conflicted about the whole thing. Will I go back? Will I stay away? Stay tuned for the next installment of...As the Scissors Turn.
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