My dad took me to the barber, where I got a crew cut, until I was around 10 (1974). Boy, did I hate that, when I was a kid. By the time I was 10, one of my cousins had just become a hairdresser, so she would cut my hair, and that was the start of the unisex cut, until 1982 and college, where I started getting........crew cuts. Now I let it grow out a little, but in the summer, I'll still get buzzed.
BTW, I'd rather go to a barber, than a "hair stylist". First of all, men go to barbers, women go to stylists. And so, men pay five bucks, and women pay tens of dollars. At the barber's, you talk sports, or gardening (mine grew all kinds of vegetables), or hunting (this is PA, after all). At the hairdresser's, it's a hen party. But the barbers are slowly dying out. Mine pased away, it was too bad, he was good. He learned his trade in the Army, and opened a barber shop after he got out, and he ran that shop for something like 30 years. Here's to Merrill Clemmer and his Franconia Barber Shop, avid skier, gardener, grandfather, a heck of a barber, and a veteran, too!