Friday, September 18, 2009

The Making of a Bob

So I wanted to post this earlier, but I got into a give a mouse a cookie feedback loop of making pizza dough and then pizza sauce from scratch. Which I'm definitely not complaining about. Basically we had some mozarella brought in from the US and I wanted to make pizza before we finished it, but then we made so much dough that we had to make a bunch of tomato sauce...

I know some of you are wondering, "How did he end up with that haircut when there weren't any votes for it?" So I want to clear the air and dispel those Iranian/Afghanistani-style whisperings of election fraud.

Basically, I put off cutting my hair on Thursday because I realized that a few of us were going to arguably Beijing's best restaurant for their lunch special on Friday. So I had decided to cut it Friday afternoon. After a few last calls for votes, rockstar Chairman Mao was in the lead with three votes. M had been slowly developing a plan for what to do with her vote and the sway that she held over the votes of our friends. One of our friends here had told us this story about the Korean dude she saw with a killer bob, and M's curiosity was piqued. So she last-minute rallied our Beijing friends to vote for the pageboy bob. It bears mentioning that one of the garnered votes was with the understanding that M cutting the bob for me would be good practice for if she wants to cut bobs for her girlie friends. Hmmm...

M had the camera on a long exposure so I tried that shot where you whip your face back and forth.

I call this shot: Crying Shame

In action

Artsy

Before she cut the bangs.

Wet


It only lasted a couple days, but oh what a few days. In those two days, I had to go into my old job, let them know I was quitting and still teach a full day, then Sunday I went to church and then back to work. We cut it Sunday night because I had my new job on Monday morning. Now it's just some kind of normal haircut while we wait until the National holiday (Oct 1) to do something outrageous again.

Most of my students, and some of the Chinese teachers were just in shock. Bear in mind, the majority of these students had never seen me get a haircut and I come in with that. "What does this haircut mean to you?" I asked some of them. "Office-lady" came the response. Most of the younger students just blurted out that I looked even more like a girl (which they already called me anyway), and some of them just laughed and called it ugly. I like to think they were part of my little social experiment. But really that's just what I told myself so I wouldn't go running to the bathroom in tears with the trauma of it all. Good times.

Friday, September 11, 2009

And the winner is...

Here comes the cut

Last chance to get your vote in. I know some of you have been paralyzed by the possibilities. But break out of it and just vote already.

I've got stuff going on tomorrow in the afternoon, but afterward, I'm going to take the plunge. So you've got about 12 hours to 11th-hour vote.

Monday, September 07, 2009

Democracy is here.

Those of you who've known me for a while must have figured out by now that I have a strong inclination toward weird and terrible hairstyles. It started when I was younger, but really bloomed in college, when my parents were living on the other side of the world. I would shave my head at the beginning of the summer, forget to cut it for six or seven months, then do something crazy with it in the spring. Then I'd shave my head again and start over. Basically: rinse, lather, repeat. One year I had a mullet, which digressed into a rat-tail, and the next year I got a perm and went from jheri curl to clown hair.

And as you've probably guessed, it's that time again. It's been a year since I last cut my hair, and I can safely say that this is the longest my hair has ever been. I've been fighting an uphill battle, too, because I've had to endure all my students laughing at me or calling me "a girl". Which I find strange, since I see plenty of guys with long-hair, but, admittedly, they're all mostly the same type of guy. Which would explain why most Chinese adults automatically assume I'm some kind of artist or musician because of my long hair. Because my original haircut last September had been some kind of funky layer, when my hair grew out, I started to take on a strong resemblance to one late entertainer's later years. Some of my friends convinced their kids to call me "Jacko Shu shu," or Uncle Jacko. Ha ha...

M has really been a trooper throughout all of this. She gives me a hard time about it by saying that she's shown her true love by enduring the mullet and the clown hair, and that she should only have to take so much of this madness. A few weeks ago, M was trying to convince me to cut my hair, and I confessed that I was kind of sick of it and wanted to cut it, but that there was just too much pressure. "What do you mean?" she asked, to which I blurted out, "Well, I'm just such a...block of marble!" M had a good laugh at that, but she knew exactly what I meant. Since this is the longest I've ever had my hair, the possibilities are virtually endless. I've been thinking for week and I just can't make up my mind. Should I go for the Asian pop star look? Or the crazy crimped style that's all the rage here in Beijing right now? I could revisit the fro or the mullet, or go for the (just checked the length) 22cm mohawk.

And then I realized, I don't have to decide. I can do this democratically. Unfortunately, I've put this off for too long, so I don't have much time. I'm starting a new job with a department at Tsinghua, and I kind of have to look professional for class. Basically, Wednesday and Thursday I have some introductory classes, and then I start next week, so I've only got a few days to rock a really terrible hairstyle. My weekend classes will be in for a treat though.

So here are the rules. I will accept one vote per person in the comment field of this post. Voting will close right before I get my haircut, which will probably be Thursday afternoon. Anonymous comments will not be counted unless you specifically state who you are. You are welcome to look up sample pictures and link to them in your comments. And feel free to comment more to try and convince others. M will probably try and sway all of you to vote for some very professional clean-cut hairstyle, but don't listen to her. She has to live with it. And if you just randomly stumbled upon this, or were sent a link by a friend, feel free to vote even if you don't know me. In the event of a tie, I reserve the right to make the final decision.

My commitment to you: I will document the process and post the post-haircut pictures. I will try and keep the style for as long as I can before I have some kind of function where it would be inappropriate.

Here's what you have to work with: