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buzzed.

13 November 2008
yesterday i was called ‘sir’ for the first time in a long time.  which is not at all surprising, since, at the moment, i look like this:  

a friend gave me a fresh buzz on tuesday.  buzzing my hair started as a form of silent protest, but continues beyond the election because i like it.  i like the $60/haircut it saves me (that’s nearly $200 in savings in the last five months).  but mostly i like the way it feels and looks.

there’s an honesty in buzzing my hair off.  on some level, i’m saying, ‘what you see is what you get.  and you know what?  i like what you see; i’m not going to try to hide it.’  that’s incredibly liberating for me.  after starting college, having perfect hair became, for me, a means of compensating for my face.  when i have hair of any length, i get a bit obsessive with making sure it looks just right.  and that it doesn’t get mussed over the course of the day.  buzzing it off means i couldn’t worry about my hair’s perfection if i want to.

of course, i do wonder if buzzing my hair isn’t just another way of making sure people don’t notice my face.  i am noticed when i buzz my hair.  some of that notice makes me laugh.  like when i get called sir.  or when a sweet old lady in the temple asked me if i was glad my hair was growing back in; and then, when she noticed my confusion, added, “or is it just a cool, easy style for summer?’  i laugh about such notice.  i kind of enjoy messing with people’s perceptions about gender.

but the notice i get isn’t all comic.  both this week and the last time i buzzed it (about two months ago), i have noticed more men looking at me than usual (this could be a factor of my noticing their attention more; but j(wh) trained me to recognize flirtatious interest so i don’t think it’s that).  some of the looks are questioning.  buzzed-head-as-oddity.  but some of them are flirtatious–as if a woman with the confidence to buzz her hair is sexually intriguing.

i don’t really know what to ultimately make of the increased notice–whether it’s just curiosity or whether it’s attraction; whether it’s only focused on my (lack of) hair or focused on my face; whether it’s really about depriving myself of a hiding place or making that hiding place even better.  what i do know is that i like the way i feel when i buzz my hair.  i think i’ll keep doing it.  at least for now.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. 21 November 2008 7:26 pm

    “Sir?” Not with that sexy cleavage.And how DO you keep the temple veil on w/o hair?

  2. 22 November 2008 11:08 am

    apparently the security guard (male) who called me sir didn’t notice the cleavage. :)and just use a veil without a comb. they’ll stay on. though i wouldn’t mind if they fell off. i’ve never liked that part of the temple clothing.

  3. 23 November 2008 12:00 pm

    There’s a part you like?

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