Filipino Personal Grooming
Filipino males, especially the young men, pay a lot of attention to personal grooming, hair care, nails and skin treatments. Very different to how most Australian men grew up in the 70's and 80's.
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I grew up in as a kid in the 70’s in Australia with that standard “Beatle” hair that all Aussie kids had at the time. Comb it straight down, and that was it. When I was a grownup of about 20, I started parting it. 30 years later, my hairstyle hasn’t changed. Never did the Mullet or the Flock-Of-Seagulls in the 80’s. It’s hair. I comb it. I get it cut when it wants to comb itself. And when Jeremy was born, I grew a beard. It’s been there ever since, and there it stays…mainly because I hate shaving. And it will never be one of those sculptured “hipster” beards that are trendy these days. Nor will I ever have a “man-bun!”
Here we have a car with dark window tinting. When parked, young men of the Philippines will pass the car and they will check that their hair is looking right. Yes, seriously! If I look in a mirror, it’s by accident. Jeremy has no mirror in his condo unit at all, and sees no need for one. To me, that makes perfect sense.
Popular hair styles here include:
The one I call “The Sabong”, which is where the hair is combed upwards from the sides to resemble a scout tent in the middle. Looks like a rooster to me.
We have one of our office staff who has one like the sabong, but shaved on the sides. So more rooster-like. Maybe an Advanced Sabong? Sometimes it gets slicked back, and reminds me of a cockatoo!
And we have another one in the office where it looks like Justin Bieber used to look, except it also seems to comb itself….however it’s probably a carefully crafted look.
Once again, I grew up with the Aussie male using pocket knives, wire-cutters and occasionally actual nail cutters. I had a manicure here back in the 90’s. I was in a hotel. I was bored. What the heck. The nails needed cutting. They did that, then put some clear stuff on it. I assumed a cleaning product. Wrong! It was clear nail polish! By the time it had dried, it was too late. Mind you, I had nothing but compliments on them here! I was glad I could scratch it all off before I returned to Australia. But yes, that’s considered OK here, even amongst the ol’ codgers!
Skin? We had nephews here one Christmas. They asked Mila for lotion, because they all felt their skin was dry.
Never in my life have I ever woke up and thought “My goodness, I have such dry skin!” I’m not actually sure what dry skin is! I always thought it was dry when you’d finished with the towel after a shower! But apparently a 9 or 10 year old Filipino lad knows it needs lotion!
What I find very freaky is a group of young men together in a public CR in a mall somewhere, all congregated around the mirror and sharing male cosmetics! I don’t know what these products do. I don’t think I actually want to know! I’m still one of those men who feel that even acknowledging another man in a public dunny is a bit questionable. Use the trough. Eyes straight ahead. Maybe wash hands, as long as it doesn’t mean you have to wait too long and make your mates think you were up to something!