On Thursday of last week I started thinking that I could use a haircut. On that same day I received an email from Joe saying Aveda needed haircut school patients. On Friday I called up and made my haircut school reservation.
This was the first time I ever had my hair cut by a "stylist" as opposed to a barber, roommate, Erin, or a woman that my mom knew. My Aveda stylist was Cherrie, she was from Singapore. Or Taiwan. I think it was Taiwan. Anyway, she told me she was going to give me a soccer-player haircut. She also tried to get me to let her color it, I declined. She also really wanted to shave some lines into the side, I declined. Stylists take a lot longer on your hair, and they wash it a lot more, and the rinse it a lot more. Sometimes Cherrie's teacher would come by and remind her that I wasn't an Asian man and that my hair would need to be cut differently. Cherrie aspires to open an Aveda institute in Singapore. Or Taiwain. She also told me that I didn't have an egg-shaped face like her . . . at least I think that's what she told me. My free fancy hair cut was a journey through mystery, but I'm fairly pleased with where I wound up.