I'm at an inner city barbers. There is no striped pole or elderly man in a white smock. I see no magazines. There is no banter about the drudgery of life or, even worse, local politics. Instead there's great music and the faint smell of exotic beard oil mixed with cigarette smoke.
I'm not cool enough to be in here. I'm barely cool enough to glance at the joint as I take a shortcut past it to my fave coffee shop, which is also far too cool for me to frequent.
The most obvious thing in here is that the barbers are all tattooed and oozing hip and I am the only female.
I'm not oozing hip. I'm oozing "unhip". If unhip could be measured, I would be off the chart. I most certainly feel completely out of place for more reasons than being plainly uncool, female, and completely devoid of ink. I'm also the only person in here over 25.
Damn it, I'm wearing Converse too and everyone else is rocking Nike. Note to self: buy a pair of Nikes before my next visit.