I had a first-generation Ukrainian cut my hair yesterday (I work with a ton of first-generation Ukrainians at work – Yellow is 2nd generation Ukrainian – so I’m pretty good at pegging the accent. Sadly, I don’t know any Ukrainian words however), and I think there may have been a bit of a language barrier involved in me understanding what she thought I saying I wanted, and I ended up with a haircut that makes me look like one of the original 70s Charlie’s Angels, only shorter (I told Jenn, “I have Farrah hair. Dear God.”)
Hopefully it’ll grow out a little before Wiscon. I look so dorky.
