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.