bad haircut

I'm not talking about the haircuts where you think that when you get your hair cut like Brad Pitt you're going to come out of it looking like Brad Pitt. I'm talking about the haircuts where your total inability to articulate what you want and/or the hairdresser's total inability to understand you ends up with you crying. And how in the first case (Brad Pitt's hair) you are just being really silly, but in the second case the problem rests in the disconnect between what you want and your ability to express it so that other people will do it, and that disconnect is what makes you cry as much as the bad hair.

People have been trying to give me long fringey bangs and cute little side fringey things ever since I came into my face. It's a big face, like I'm coming at you through a peephole, and some softness around the edges would probably make it less whoa, but the thing is I hate having stuff touching my face and ears, and I'm the one who lives with it. So lots of "soft little fringe" experiences in high school wound up with me coming home making cat splutters and (because i could never cut a straight line) eventually doing something with my mother's pinking shears. Sorry about that, Mom. But if people had just done what I said, instead of what they thought would be best for me, tips would have flowed instead of tears.

Once I wanted my hair like a cross between Alannah Currie and the Heat Miser, bald on the sides and dramatic chunks standing up on the top; it was long and there was a perm growing out on the top, perfect, and I cut the sides up very short myself but was perplexed by the back. I went to a proper hairdresser who "shaped" it, oh my heavens no. My boyfriend at the time came home to me crying hysterically because there was nothing I could do to fix it. He took me to a barber and the barber shaved it all off,  and vacuumed up all the stray hairs with a wall mounted vacuum, which was a hundred kinds of awesome and cost about a tenth of the proper hairdresser.  Still, I didn't get what I wanted and  I was so close, and I know that haircut would have been so embarrassing to look back at now, and I mourn it.

In Japan I went with my terribly well groomed and fluent friend to get a haircut- I'd been cutting my own hair there, because it's superfine hair and my Japanese was atrocious and I was scared of what might happen, but I was getting seriously tired of sweeping hair out of the tatami and ready to take a risk. "She wants it exactly the same, but about 2 cm shorter" he told them. They cut it 2 cm shorter than his. I even got a nice shave for my gaijin sideburns. Yay.

All things considered, my trip to the hairdresser today was not the worst thing that has happened to my hair, but man. I came home today looking like a mushroom. A mushroom that cries. I told her "cut it jagged" which every hairdresser here has understood, and she gave me some ass-symmetrical emo thing. We are not emo, although I was beside myself with unhappiness for a full 20 minutes over a haircut which is the stupidest thing ever. I tried to explain it to her again, but she was all huffity "I don't know what you want" and I thought I might take her stupid straight scissors and poke her in the eye so bah, I left and cried a bit on the way home and then did it myself. I got out the clippers and stuck my fingers in and sort of jabbed at all the bits that stuck up, only grazing my knuckles a few times. I look fine. Mainly it's not around my eyes or my ears or touching the back of my neck anymore.

The thing that comes to me this time is that it's not just the haircut. It ties in to my hesitation to ask for things from others that I can do for myself, and my utter fury when it doesn't go well, because I feel like partly it goes wrong because the other person screwed up, but partly it goes wrong because I explained it badly and shouldn't have delegated and paid for what I'm perfectly capable of doing anyway. It's a whole life lesson or something. I'll work on it once I'm done sweeping up all the hair bits.

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[Dana]

And now for something completely different: ANN!!! E-mail me!! Ron & I were just thinking the other day that the divine-ness of YOU will be back in the States soon AND WE'VE MOVED! Therefore, before you get your calendar all clogged with those silly people wanting your attention (say, like, family), we wanted to make a bid for you to actually come and stay with us (yep, you AND the munchkin) for a few days and NOT as an after thought....

And, er, I don't seem to have an accurate e-mail for you, so, this just goes public. :)

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Love,
Dana