"Why is your hair fuzzy?" my daughter asked me.
Sweden, I thought. Another thing to blame on Sweden.
I don't make big demands on my hairdo. Trim it up every now and then. That's good enough for me. But I don't want to pay much for this service, and that's how the fuzz happens.
In the center of Stockholm, it's not uncommon to be charged 50-60 bucks to have someone clip a bit around the edges. That still strikes me as kinda high. There's a place to get your hair cut in the building next to ours. A small, charming looking shop. 68 dollars for a regular to do the cutting. 64 dollars if you're willing to let a student practice on your head.
So I got to thinking: how much to do this myself? Buy a hair buzzer and buzz off my own hair. That turned out to also be around 60 dollars. Considering I don't care much, why not just buy one of these machines and do the deed myself every couple months for free. So that's what happens.
The result is fuzz. A look clearly crafted by someone unwilling to pay a professional (or student) to do the job. At work, important meetings, nice dinners out, weddings. You name it. I go there fuzzy, or with overgrown hair where fuzzy would represent improvement.
That's the answer, darling daughter. Sweden's cost of living. Swedish wage agreements, inflation and monetary policy => bad haircut for me. Make sense, honey?