Get a haircut!

So I’m sitting at the lunch table in the caf’ and one of the girls mentions that her son needs a haircut, but doesn’t want to go to old Lou, his regular barber. Of course, like a man, he doesn’t want to ask his buddies who they go to: [in a stereotypical gay lisp] “Hey fellath, who doeth your hair? It’th fab-u-louth!” (Sorry, JoeyJack, no offense intended.) But, really, what’s the big deal? Obviously, you don’t want to position it like that, but try something else: “Yo, dude, where d’you get yer haircut. My guy charges too much and does a crappy job.” Is it really so bad? Or am I a fool?