I spent forty minutes watching “Asian Mullet” tutorials on YouTube. Favoured mostly by teenage girls with waist-length, dead-straight hair, the style wasn’t an intuitive choice, but the more I watched, the more they won me over.
Mostly, I’ve had it with my crappy hair. Over the last couple of months (as it grows out) it has been good for nothing outside of short and occasionally painful French braids. Of course, a DIY adventure had its own drawbacks (a bad cut and not enough left for braids at all). But if American Idol and these modern times have taught me anything, it’s that I should not let actual, provable, corporeal limitations dissuade me from making dubious and impulsive decisions.
So I grabbed the scissors and hacked at my hair for an hour and now I have some sort of shag thing happening. And it’s kind of awesome — and it wasn’t that hard.
Read more about G’s haircutting adventures in Issue 12.