The Berman 'Do

The other night, I glanced over at L, and I thought to myself, "he looks familiar."  Not in the "of course he should, he's your son" kind of way, but more in a "who does he remind me of?" way.  It didn't take long before I realized that he reminded me of Rodger Berman, Rachel Zoe's husband.

It's the hair.  And the round cheeks.

This is L.

This is Rodger Berman.

My slight displeasure over realizing that all my mindless tv watching has seeped into my subconscious turned quickly to pride and a congratulatory pat on the back.  Why?  Because I cut L's hair!  That's right.  Cheapskate me, who recently wrote this lovely bit about how much I hate paying for hair cuts (Ridiculously Inconsistent Guest Blogger) am the talent behind this haircut.

This is a big deal, folks.  Did I tell you I crunch numbers for a living?  Edward Scissorhands, I'm not.  Heck, I remember in kindergarten, being totally bummed to hear my teacher tell my mom that I needed to work on cutting.  Funny the memories we hold onto.

Anyway, the Berman 'do must've cost him, what, 90 bucks?  That's a total shot in the dark...in truth, he looks more like a $150/cut kind of guy.  Personally, I like L's cut better.  Better texture, better angles, ha.

I don't want to get a big head or anything, but...anybody need a haircut?