I shit thee not, this actually happened to me.
I applied for cosmetology class when I was in high school. No one questioned it at all because not only was I a blatantly obvious nerd but I was also the only openly gay guy in the school. First day I’m told to meet in a room I didn’t even know existed. Fucking mirrors everywhere. Circular tables around the mirrors with decapitated heads for as far as the eye could see, all with horrific hairstyles and blank, expressionless faces. Went in. Sat down. Realized I was the only one in the room with a set of testicles and started to slowly piece together where I done majorly goofed.
Class was surprisingly good. I can french braid now. I did fail however because the teacher hated me. Not only was I gay, which she didn’t like, but I wasn’t a “stereotypical” gay guy which she somehow found more infuriating. A dude who didn’t come off as particularly effeminate but was comfortable enough doing peoples hair. 2 weeks before the final class she ‘lost’ my module and expected me to make up the entirety of the semesters work in 2 weeks. All worked out. She broke her ankle the next year after someone got berated so hard they pissed themselves. Janitor was on the way to clean it up, she wasn’t looking where she was going, and slipped in it and fell down a nearby set of stairs.
Fucking mirrors everywhere. Circular tables around the mirrors with decapitated heads for as far as the eye could see, all with horrific hairstyles and blank, expressionless faces.
This is the best description of cosmetology school that’s ever been written! 😂
I was trying to convey the existential horror of walking into a room to see heads staring back at you, eyes like that of the ghosts of damned victorian children. Whole place needed to be purified in holy phaser fire.
Yep! Kind of brought me back to some moments in Return to Oz. If you’ve never watched that, you should do yourself the service of being terrified by a “kids” film.
Omg, that’s absolutely hilarious, but at least you got a great story out of it! I bet you’re not the first. I could easily see someone signing up for it by accident in college too.
A good story and the ability to fuck up peoples hair like it’s no ones business.
Why does Star Trek seem to attract a lot of non-stereotypical gay boys? Reminds me a lot of a college friend of mine who was a chubby gay nerd who loved Star Trek. He used to write humorous Trek gay erotic fan fiction in the early 2000’s.
It attracts all sorts of people who would love to live in the world of Star Trek. Gene Roddenberry’s vision of Star Trek was to show a future in which we had moved so far beyond our social divisions that they didn’t really matter anymore.
Original series: showed a crew of various ethnicities and origins serving together like it’s no big deal.
TNG: built on that in various ways - with a blind chief engineer, some men in traditionally feminine uniforms, multiple episodes in which they encounter societies with different views on gender roles, and many more.
One of my favorite small examples was their response to questions about Captain Picard being bald, when feasibly baldness would have been cured by then: “in the future, nobody would care”
That’s me minus the Trek gay erotic fan fiction.
I love this story so much.
I want to believe!
One of my buddies showed up to a Cosmology class at a CSU and was like “holy cow where are all the cute girls in the rest of my physics classes?”
Turns out they thought it was Cosmetology and attendance dropped dramatically next session.
As a former astrophysics major, I found that Cosmology had a higher percentage of cute* girls than in my other physics classes because astro had a higher percentage of women than other physics focuses. Still a fairly low percentage though, and I still ran into them all in other physics classes.
*I like nerdy women. YMMV.
If you don’t like nerdy women what are you even doing on this planet?
Yeah, 4/12 in my astro classes was definitely a significantly better ratio than the same 4 out of 80 in my general physics classes.
In space, no one can hear you preen.
