What have I done?

After Sam being called a girl by several people, I decided it was time for a haircut. And not just one with nail scissors over a bowl of cereals at breakfast, if you know what I mean. So we went to our rather snippy gay hairdresser downstairs and I said "Just like last time, you know, the surf dude look". Instead, he got a boy's band look. Oh well - it will grow out...