Im a female. Which means that by most social standards I am supposed to be a size "6" with long flowy, feminine, Jhirmack "bounce back beautiful" hair, and should enjoy things like fields of daises, puppies, and unicorns, all whilst riding my pale pink beach cruiser on the boardwalk with a basket full of cupcakes. What would a girl like me know about shaving the back of my head? Nothing. Which is why I have enlisted the help of my male counterpart! Apparently, before we met, he was able to do things for himself like cook, clean, and do laundry. And every once in a while, I give him the opportunity to prove that he doesn't "need" me. So today's lesson is how he managed to shave an even line in the nape of his neck without the use of my assistance, extra hands, or a mirror.
Who needs a barber when all you need is a baseball cap and some decent clippers.