I've had a ponytail since my college days, college years actually, 1963 until around 1969. As the years passed I've lost the hair on top of my head and have braided my ponytail. Yesterday I went to a 'hair salon' and was greeted by a young cuttress who escorted me to an empty barber chair. I didnt let her lime green striped hair fill me with trepidation (who am I to be judgemental?). I told her I wanted an inch taken off my ponytail and the rest trimmed. I didn't want the hair on the sides falling over my ear. She took a shear and proceeded to whitewall the right side of my head from my forehead to over my ear. Seeing the horrified look on my face she asked "Is that too short?" "YES!!" I replied. Like it could be fixed at that point. So I got the other side to match and left without paying. Later that afternoon one of my 35 year old, dirtball sons, replete with tatoos and assorted piercings came by. I answered the door, nonchalantly, and was greeted by "Cool, you got a Philly fade" (or maybe it's a filly fade). So I gained his respect....which is good as I won't be leaving the house for many weeks and will need someone to buy me groceries.....if I could only trust him with money.