I'm really bad at being a girl, apparently.
Today an Englishman wanted to take a picture of my hair on the way back from class and I almost ran away. Any other day would have been fine (that's not true), but today it was a jumble of uncombed hair tumbling down my back. What was worse was the conversation we had about it.
Him: "So what do you use?"
Me: "Use?"
Him: "Yeah, what colour?"
Me: "Colour?"
Him: "What company makes your hair colour?"
Me: "Um, genetics incorporated? I don't know."
Him: "You mean you don't dye it?"
Me: "Um, no?"
Him: "Oh. Well, walk me through your hair care ritual."
Me: "Wash it, put conditioner in, braid it or not, and go out when it's dry. Who are you again?"
Him: "So what products do you use?"
Me: "Shampoo. And conditioner. And can I go now?"
Him: "What about volumizer?"
Me: "Come again?"
Him: "Volumizer."
Me: "They make that stuff?"
This went on for a while, and after he asked me what makeup I used and I said chapstick, I knew I was in a bad situation. The thing is, my mother doesn't wear that much makeup or put things in her hair, and neither do most people I know.
Have you ever been in a situation where you just felt totally out of your league?
Also, random guy on the street, who were you?!
(photo from here, I think)
