I'd always wondered why anyone would
buy all the 'good hair' from the salons. The realization that an
entire continent – an entire race – of people depends on other
people's hair for most of its hairy needs came only a few weeks
earlier. It's surprising when you're new to it – one day they have
a buzzcut and the next time you see them they have overflowing
waist-length silky hair. It can be braided, or it can be not braided.
People seem to be comfortable changing their looks and seemingly
their personalities every few weeks.
At one point I was considering getting
extensions myself – in preparation for HK. Now that the SE Asia
plan has been shelved, there are no food-stallers to entertain and
charm the bargains out of so it's now gross out-of-control natural
hair. I've never had my facial hair as long as I have now and the
feelings evoked are quite – mixed – grossed-out but proud.
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