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16 April 07 ¦ Permalink ¦
Haircart for Asians :: A shitty walk-by pic I took at the mall.
Everytime I walk by the haircart kiosk at the mall … you know the ones that sell pieces of ‘hair’ that you just clip onto your own, or put on like a hair headband? The phony hair comes in all colors and highlights, lengths, states of waviness, and sometimes braided?... well, I always think to myself, like “Who buys that hair?”
I was totally in the dark that seemingly normal-haired looking girls buy their hair.
Yes.
Buy their hair.Flying from JFK to LV, I was flagged for the super duper security check at the airport and had to go into a special line three freakin’ times. This could be a whole other whine-y weird blogpost on it’s own.
Anyway I’ll just stick with the fake hair airport encounter for now…
Because I’m lazy, I had my hair all twisted and pinned up in one of those industrial hairclips that kinda look like giant talons, or a creepy bird’s very sharp beak.
Basically, I always feel a little safer wearing it because it could be used to maim or poke someone’s eye out should the occasion arise.
So this clip always sets off the metal detector alarm and I hate the public act of “letting my hair down”, so I removed it ahead of time.
Btw, my hair is so freaking long right now. It’s at an all time length, way past my waist. It’s annoying, and I can sit on it.
Anyway, I had it braided the night before so it was all wavy and about quadrupled in mass.
Like a seriously full head of hair.
Almost as if it were an entire being of it’s own.
So, I remove my hairpin and the hair comes falling down and unraveling from it’s twisty pin state and the two girls from Boston who were already sorta flirting with me in line, and well… pretty much anything that moved:
Brunette to me, giggling: “Ohhhhh I hope they don’t ask me to take off my jacket (she unzips a couple inches for good measure) because I don’t have anything on underneath. Heehee!”
I fake laughed and bit my tongue.
They reminded me of strippers and Pam Anderson.
Standing in that long ass line, I learned of how they hate Boston because it’s “like soooooo B-O-R-I-N-G!” and how they fly to NY almost every weekend to party at the meatpacking district.
And yes, they did tell me that I looked like freakin’ Lucy Liu. Ugh.
I fake laughed and bit my tongue.
Again.
Anyway, both gasped in unison as my hair unfurled.
Quoteage:
Like oh holy shit! Your hair! Oh my gawd. And it’s real!! All of it? Wow, so much free hair. Uhmm… like we had to pay for ours. Sigh. You’re soooo lucky. We buy our hair.
These girls continued to stare at my hair, while touching their own.
The weird thing was that they didn’t have long hair by any stretch.
I’m sure that’s what you were imagining, right? Rapunzel-esque extensions?
Well, on the contrary, they both had shortish shoulder length hair.
I started staring at the two of their heads and I guess it did look like store-bought hair, kinda weird and heavily dyed.
We stood in line for so long that I started to feel sorry for these girls in their skintight pastel Bebe velour track suits and fake hair. I wondered how awful their hair must be without the purchased tresses. I wondered if it was glued on, braided, or clipped on and more and most importantly, if I grabbed and pulled, would I end up with a hand full of hair?!
(Btw, I’m really learning a lot about hair extensions, weaves and all that stuff from the current cycle of America’s Next Top Model. Thank you, iTunes.)
I’m sure these girls didn’t really need to buy their hair. They both sported some serious purchased bosoms, as well. I mean, these were girls who walked out of the airport, just left through the exit, after going through the hour long super duper security search line once already … because they “really needed to smoke cough cough hee hee”.
Clearly, they are in desperate need of a Costco-sized shopping stop at the brain store.
So now I’m thinking that half the girls you see out there are partially wigged out.
Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I guess it’s like men and hair plugs. Or toupees… but that’s really for dudes who are balding and can’t deal with it.
I guess it’s like me and platform wedges… I can’t deal with being so short.
Ending on a completely random note, as always, ... I’m trying to put together a photography portfolio of sorts and am pretty clueless about it. I’ve been asked about that sort of thing and I don’t know what pictures to choose and how many, etc…
Any suggestions and job offers would be greatly appreciated.
Or, I guess I see if there’s a wiki about it. Heh.
(Did anyone watch The Office last week?)
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— archie4oz 16 April 07 #
If you do plan on cutting your hair sometime in the future, I’d encourage you to donate it:
http://locksoflove.org/
It’s a NPO that uses donated hair to make high-quality wigs for underprivileged kids who have hairloss due to either a medical condition or treatment (ex. chemotherapy, radiation therapy). A lot of beauty salons participate, so you could probably find one in the yer area.
The wifey just got a haircut recently (her hair was also about down to waist length) and donated hers.
— gar 16 April 07 #
— Erica Putis 16 April 07 #
— Sycar 18 April 07 #
Gar, what is up with the shaved head/bald dudes here? :P Ha. I know, not too many girls with long hair. It’s just not practical. Anyway, that’s super cool about your wife donating her hair. I do donate mine and will prob do it soon, to Wigs for Kids…same sorta thing as Locks of Love.
Hey there Erica! :) We need to meet at the mall and go try on some of that fake hair one of these days, k? Fashion Valley has a huge hair cart.
Sycar, thanks for the advice. I still dont know what to put together… about how many pics would you suggest? And I’m so desperate for a job right now, I shall email you. :) Thanks!
— Joy 22 April 07 #
— josh h 6 May 07 #