I admit it, I care too much about my hair. I think it stems from the deep childhood trauma I underwent when my parents kidnapped me at the age of 13 and forced me to attend school in Korea. The school regulations were that for girls, hair could be no longer than 3 cm below the earlobe. If you got caught with hair longer than this, you either got a verbal warning, or a chunk of your hair hacked off. It depended on the mood of the teacher who caught you. Needless to say, this horrified my American sensibilities, but to add insult to injury that haircut made me look hideous. I have frizzy, wavy hair that makes me look like an alien mushroom if I leave it to its own devices - and of course using any kind of hair product was forbidden by school rules. To me, my hair came to symbolize everything that I hated about the Korean education system - seriously, what the fuck is the point of forcing students to cut their hair to a certain arbitrary length? They just did it because it was humilating and because they could. And before anyone asks, THERE ARE NO PICTURES. :: shifty eyes ::
Anyway, things were fine after I started college, because then I got to do whatever the fuck I wanted with my hair. I straightened it, dyed it green, got it permed, dyed it purple, straightened it again, dyed it red, got it permed again, dyed it back to its natural color. Getting your hair done is pretty cheap in Korea - a good quality Japanese magic perm (the kind that straightens your hair) is around 200 dollars - I’ve heard it’s more like $800 here in the US. :eek: Even haircuts - I’d pay maybe 30 dollars for a haircut at a high-end salon, and we don’t have tipping.
So after I moved to Chicago, ridiculous salon prices + grad student budget kept me from doing much with my hair, other than getting it trimmed. I’ve just kept growing it out and torturing it with pincurls and curling irons. But the ends have been getting really ragged and gross, so finally, today, I got it cut. The girl at the salon even persuaded me to get bangs.
I’m still kind of getting used to it. The bangs keep getting in my eyes, so I pinned them back with a bobby pin. It reminds me too much of how the shallow, snobby girls I hated in high school (in Korea) used to do their hair though. And then I am suddenly filled with contempt for myself, and want to slap my reflection and pull all my hair out, and then we’ll see who’s smirking after that!
Did I mention I have hair issues?