The Summer of Bruce

That's my name. Have you got a problem with that?

My parents always said it was a nice Scottish name. But back in the '60s, when I was a kid, Bruce was for some reason the jokey, archetypal name for male hairdressers and interior designers, as Tex is for cowboys. In those days, unfortunately, I wasn't secure about my own masculinity.

It could've been worse. You could've been Ralph III.

My late dad Ralph Handy Jr.

There was even a novelty song called Big Bad Bruce. It was a parody of a John Henry-style folk ballad about a beautician who "swished into town."

Never said much Kind of quite and shy...

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