So I'm thinking of getting a haircut.
See, the thing is, I made a mistake the last time I went to the hairdressers', and I didn't get my hair trimmed all that much. Thus, less than four months later, it's long enough for me to need to tie it up on hotter days, which annoys me immensely. Since the Chinese New Year is round the corner, a traditional time to get haircuts (before, not during or after), it seems a good time as any to get the locks shorn.
Except that, with my trip to Japan coming up, I need to save money. And I certainly can't afford the five hundred dollar cut/color/perm extravaganza that happens each time I hit the hairdressers'. My solution: skip the color and the perm, and jazz up the hair by going for a really short cut.
Like, really, really short.
Rachel Maddow-short.

JUST LIKE THAT
The more I've thought about it, the more it appeals to me. Why not? It's easy to comb and maintain, and without the curls I won't have to spend an absurd amount of time in the mornings primping and preening and applying solutions. Plus, it might make a good conversation piece for a couple of weeks at least.
I still have my reservations, though. Not everybody can carry off a page cut, and I wonder if I have the bone structure, and the sass, to make the cut (pardon the pun). Will super-short hair make me look plain? Will it go with the berets I love wearing? Will everybody instantly assume I'm totally butch the moment they look at me?
DECISIONS, DECISIONS.
I shall not tempt myself by thinking of getting a Revive-style duck cut, goddam
Also, sigh. If only we could all be as intelligent, gorgeous, articulate and openly queer as Rachel is. She's amazing.
See, the thing is, I made a mistake the last time I went to the hairdressers', and I didn't get my hair trimmed all that much. Thus, less than four months later, it's long enough for me to need to tie it up on hotter days, which annoys me immensely. Since the Chinese New Year is round the corner, a traditional time to get haircuts (before, not during or after), it seems a good time as any to get the locks shorn.
Except that, with my trip to Japan coming up, I need to save money. And I certainly can't afford the five hundred dollar cut/color/perm extravaganza that happens each time I hit the hairdressers'. My solution: skip the color and the perm, and jazz up the hair by going for a really short cut.
Like, really, really short.
Rachel Maddow-short.

JUST LIKE THAT
The more I've thought about it, the more it appeals to me. Why not? It's easy to comb and maintain, and without the curls I won't have to spend an absurd amount of time in the mornings primping and preening and applying solutions. Plus, it might make a good conversation piece for a couple of weeks at least.
I still have my reservations, though. Not everybody can carry off a page cut, and I wonder if I have the bone structure, and the sass, to make the cut (pardon the pun). Will super-short hair make me look plain? Will it go with the berets I love wearing? Will everybody instantly assume I'm totally butch the moment they look at me?
DECISIONS, DECISIONS.
I shall not tempt myself by thinking of getting a Revive-style duck cut, goddam
Also, sigh. If only we could all be as intelligent, gorgeous, articulate and openly queer as Rachel is. She's amazing.
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