But there is one little thing that makes me jealous of men. I don't know why. The one thing that makes me jealous of men is Barber Shops. Maybe because I am not allowed to go into them. They are so off limits that they spark my curiosity. I only get to see them from the outside while walking or driving by quickly.
Luckily, I have a husband that I can use as bait. So on our recent visit to Australia he went to a Barber shop in Coolangatta called Baberoy. Now, this is where it gets interesting. Did you know that you can't learn how to be a barber at hairdresser school? I didn't. This guy (Baberoy) said that he had to go out on his own after hairdressing school to learn the fine art of barbering. He managed to learn from a man whose father was a barber and his father before that and his father before that and so on and so forth. Then he could set up his own shop as a Barber.
When you visit Baberoy, you get either a hot whiskey or a cold beer and this dude takes his time. Each client is a work of art. My husband came out looking so awesome that I had to take my dad the next day. Hubby ended up looking like a 50's movie star and my paps ended up looking like an Italian mobster. I was jealous.