Part of my reason for preferring a male hairdresser surely is that if he’s wielding a cut-throat razor, he’s probably also had experience of one. It’s like women that claim expertise on condoms — I’m like, well how many have you worn then, luv?? Apart from that I quite like the atmosphere of a male barbershop. Especially full Turkish haircut and shave: hot towels, flame. Sort of classy locker-room ambience.