Today on the Jim Rome radio show he was ranting about the "losers" who carry combs of any kind in their back pocket. He went so far as to compare them to people who brush their teeth at work, clip toenails in cubicles, and talk on cell phones in elevators.
I carry a small "unbreakable" black comb in my back pocket and had absolutely no idea it was such a faux pas. There are times when I remove a hat or take off a pullover when a little fixing up is in order. This usually takes place discreetly in a bathroom.
I don't get the hate. Please tell me I'm not the only one.
I used to keep one in my man-purse, aka backpack, when I had shorter hair. I don't remember using it much outside of scratching an itch for which my fingernails were not satisfactory. Now my hair is past shoulder length, and I've been getting away with finger-combing for the past year or so (though its back in an elastic 99% of the time anyway).
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No. I usually wear a cap as I work alot outside and once I get hat hair, which takes about 5 seconds, a comb is irrelevant. And I was always losing or breaking them. But a comb isn't a bad idea, and Romey was just having fun.
For about 18 years, my hair was WAY too long for combs (past my waistline) and I could never fit a brush in my back pocket. Now my hair is back up between my shoulder blades and I still don't carry a comb.
My dad did, but in his front shirt pocket.
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Don't carry a comb on me - I have my hair pretty short, even though I have plenty of hair. I have a little grooming kit that I keep in my computer bag and there's a comb in there.
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I keep a little folding brush/mirror thingy in my desk at work. Mostly because it is daaamn windy in town. My Dad carries one of those unbreakable black combs, though at this point we tell him there isn't much point.
Personally I think the small unbreakable black comb is fine, but those big handled combs sticking out of your back pocket are just out of the question.
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I used to keep one with me in high school. My father would always make a big deal about keeping good hygine and included having combed hair in that list. He still carries one with him, though I don't bother with my hair at all these days.
I'm 100% with dwaters; I have to ask, what is with the hate towards having a comb? I would think it is the same as having a mouthwash spray or breath mints in your pocket. They're both portable substances that are used to improve your apperance in a moment's notice. As long as you're not trying to act like Fonzie in public with it, I don't see anything wrong with using a pocketcomb.
Carry one all the time; right hand back pocket. However, I don't whip it out in public, as I prefer instead to sojourn to the men's room or some other private location when needing to straighten out matters. Can't imagine not carrying one. After all, what would you do if you encountered a situation like what dwaters described, and your hair was all mussed up (speaking, of course, to those who still have enough hair to be mussed up)? If you didn't have your own comb, what would you do?
Originally posted by Kay Twomey, Fred Wise and Benjamin WeismanLend me your comb, It's time to go home, I gotta confess My hair is a mess.
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