Asking for it

Yesterday, I got the worst haircut ever. Really. I’ve cut my hair myself and it came out better than this. I dyed my hair purple and no stage, as it faded back to brown, was as bad as this. I

I asked for a trim and I was really proud of my Chinese when I explained that I wanted layers but the shortest layer must be long enough enough to reach a ponytail. Ok, so I had to do a lot of gesturing for this, with excessive use of ji ge and ni ge. But the hairdresser understood, and she did it!

And then at the end, faster than lightning, she reached over and chopped off my bangs. I don’t want bangs, I didn’t ask for bangs, and even if I wanted bangs, I wouldn’t want goofy feathered bangs. Yantai women love feathered bangs, supershort in front and then little wispy things on the sides.

Meg: I didn’t ask for this!

Hairdresser: Of course not, you don’t have to ask!

So now I look like I got gum stuck in my hair and had to cut it out. Actually, I’ll be wearing a headscarf until it grows back.