After being here for three months, I finally got a haircut. Aside from generally disliking having realy long hair, it's a huge inconvenience here - the heat and air funk combined with wearing a helmet all the time just contributes to overall gross feelings. I finally got so fed up with it that I went to the first place a classmate suggested - Carrefour, a French-run department store that attracts Kaohsiung's affluent.
The price wasn't bad, but the drawback was that the woman spoke no English. In the end I got what I wanted - short hair. But she took so much that I look like a monastery novice. No offense to anyone interested in becoming a monk, but right now I don't think the life or the look is for me.
Things got interesting that evening though when I went in to teach and one of the students came up to me and said "Hello, teacher, what is your name?" To be fair, he wasn't one of my students, but I've been at Joy almost a month now and the kid thought it was my first day. The next morning in Chinese class, my teacher Xu laoshi thought I was a new student when she saw me from behind. Add to this my roommate's comment that I now look like Tom Cruise, and I humbly present my new thesis on Taiwanese culture: Foreigners all look the same. Change one thing, and you're a whole new person.
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