Two and a half months
Ok, I don’t know where the week went, but it definitely pulled a David Copperfield on me. I didn’t feel that busy, but it was gone before I knew it. It was capped by a very interesting Friday night though, which has been described in unsparing detail with pics and all at suddenlysusan’s blog. After getting home at 6-something in the morning, Saturday was a mess of laziness. Today, I was a little more productive. I got a haircut.
One thing should be said about getting haircuts in Korea: it’s SO much cheaper than the States. And better. I’m not talking about the 12-minute shaver+scissors combo that you get at Supercuts for 15 bucks. No, these places are slick, the stylists got skillz, and they shampoo your hair before and after the cut!
Now, I’m really stoked on this last one. Having someone else wash your hair is a great feeling. Great! In the States, you usually have to pay extra for this. Either that or go to a nicer place.
Now before all the ero jokes start to fly, let me just say it has nothing to do with a girl washing your hair. I’ve had my hair washed by girls, guys, and ajummas. There’s no difference. Although, it is nice if the girl is cute…er, yeah…anyways, that’s not the point. It’s just the feeling of being pampered. Having someone else do what you normally have to do yourself every morning before you go to work. (And yes, I consider this “pampering”. Obviously, I don’t frequent spas, massage parlors, or anything of the sort).
I go to hair salons like some people go to restaurants. I rarely go back to the same one. You know, there are people who just have to go to a different restaurant every time they go out because they want to try everything. Of course, most people stick with a hair salon once they find one they like. I don’t know why I don’t. I guess I always figure the next one I go to might be better (or cheaper =). I do admit to my vanity though; I want a good haircut. And it’s true that I used to be really picky about my hair when I was in high school, but I’ve since realized that nothing’s gonna help my weird-shaped melon, no matter what kind of decoration you put on top of it. So it’s really no big deal if they mess up. Besides, even though I go to a different salon every time, somehow it always turns out the same.
Oh, but this time, the stylist actually cut it differently. The result was still the same, but the method was different. He didn’t use scissors and he didn’t use a shaver. He used a razor. As in the serial killer “I’m gonna take pleasure in cuttin’ ya boy!” kind of razor. He’d level my hair with a comb, bring the blade to a point, and SCHWAT! Just ripped off my hair. It was disconcerting at first, but after a while, started to seem kinda cool. It was like…natural. No electric razor, not even scissors. Like how they must have done it in the old days. It was like, “Welcome to…MEDIEVAL Cuts! We refuse to employ any kind of modern invention in our hair styling practices! However, we do have a full stock of 20 different hair waxes which, by some unknown chemical anomaly, will genetically bond to your hair and refuse to wash out no matter how hard you try. Please sign this liability form before purchasing.”
I had a pleasant chat with the guy cutting my hair and then had my hair washed again by the cute girl. Er, I mean…
She styled it really weird though. Like, Korean style. I came out with this puffy, mushroomy, side-part that made me look half Korean-high-school-boy and half Bruce Lee. I was too embarrassed to take a picture to post online. So I paid my 10,000 won (about $10) and walked out with my nunchuku tucked under my arm, ready for bad guys. My first haircut in two and a half months.
...damn..that was one long entry...
Pic of the Day: Autumn colors at Hongik University
One thing should be said about getting haircuts in Korea: it’s SO much cheaper than the States. And better. I’m not talking about the 12-minute shaver+scissors combo that you get at Supercuts for 15 bucks. No, these places are slick, the stylists got skillz, and they shampoo your hair before and after the cut!
Now, I’m really stoked on this last one. Having someone else wash your hair is a great feeling. Great! In the States, you usually have to pay extra for this. Either that or go to a nicer place.
Now before all the ero jokes start to fly, let me just say it has nothing to do with a girl washing your hair. I’ve had my hair washed by girls, guys, and ajummas. There’s no difference. Although, it is nice if the girl is cute…er, yeah…anyways, that’s not the point. It’s just the feeling of being pampered. Having someone else do what you normally have to do yourself every morning before you go to work. (And yes, I consider this “pampering”. Obviously, I don’t frequent spas, massage parlors, or anything of the sort).
I go to hair salons like some people go to restaurants. I rarely go back to the same one. You know, there are people who just have to go to a different restaurant every time they go out because they want to try everything. Of course, most people stick with a hair salon once they find one they like. I don’t know why I don’t. I guess I always figure the next one I go to might be better (or cheaper =). I do admit to my vanity though; I want a good haircut. And it’s true that I used to be really picky about my hair when I was in high school, but I’ve since realized that nothing’s gonna help my weird-shaped melon, no matter what kind of decoration you put on top of it. So it’s really no big deal if they mess up. Besides, even though I go to a different salon every time, somehow it always turns out the same.
Oh, but this time, the stylist actually cut it differently. The result was still the same, but the method was different. He didn’t use scissors and he didn’t use a shaver. He used a razor. As in the serial killer “I’m gonna take pleasure in cuttin’ ya boy!” kind of razor. He’d level my hair with a comb, bring the blade to a point, and SCHWAT! Just ripped off my hair. It was disconcerting at first, but after a while, started to seem kinda cool. It was like…natural. No electric razor, not even scissors. Like how they must have done it in the old days. It was like, “Welcome to…MEDIEVAL Cuts! We refuse to employ any kind of modern invention in our hair styling practices! However, we do have a full stock of 20 different hair waxes which, by some unknown chemical anomaly, will genetically bond to your hair and refuse to wash out no matter how hard you try. Please sign this liability form before purchasing.”
I had a pleasant chat with the guy cutting my hair and then had my hair washed again by the cute girl. Er, I mean…
She styled it really weird though. Like, Korean style. I came out with this puffy, mushroomy, side-part that made me look half Korean-high-school-boy and half Bruce Lee. I was too embarrassed to take a picture to post online. So I paid my 10,000 won (about $10) and walked out with my nunchuku tucked under my arm, ready for bad guys. My first haircut in two and a half months.
...damn..that was one long entry...
Pic of the Day: Autumn colors at Hongik University
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