Every Hong Kong person living overseas I’ve talked to tells me not to get a haircut in London because:
1. It costs a fortune.
2. White people don’t know how to cut Asian hair.
i.e. if you’re going to get a haircut, get one with Chinese hairdressers. But it’ll still cost a fortune because it’s London.
Therefore, most Hong Kong people I know living overseas either wait till they go home for the holidays to get a hair cut, or get it done by a more competent friend.
I’ve never really understood why. It’s not like I have an afro or anything. Surely, besides from hair colour, our hair is more or less the same?
Although, I must admit, I’ve noticed that there are looks that white girls can pull off, and that the majority of Asians I know can’t, such as that long-haired messy just-got-out-of-bed look.
I see loads of girls here that can just non-chalantly pull their hair up into a messy bun (no use of hair gel or any other fanciful gadgets) and achieve that I’m-so-sexy-I-don’t-care look.
Whereas if my friends or I try it, we look like Chinese peasants from the country side who’s just been released from Communist labour camps.
But, that’s for another day.
So anyways, one morning at work, my British-Indian colleague walked into the office with a new haircut. I asked her where she got it, and she said at the salon just down the road.
I thought, surely, if a white hairdresser can cut her hair, they can definitely do mine right?
Sick of walking around with a limp mop as an excuse for hair, and wanting a bit of pampering, I bravely defied all the good advise of my fellow overseas compatriots the world over and walked into a salon with (drum roll please) white hairdressers.
I came out 1.5 hours later £35 poorer (yes, it does cost a fortune), but having gained a very short but very stress-relieving head massage, serviced by a very understanding hairdresser who actually listens to me and gave me a haircut that doesn’t require an hour of fiddling with every morning, and a very meticulous cut and blow-dry.
I did not come out with crazy hair, nor did I turn blond. I never understood why we shouldn’t visit white hairdressers, and I still don’t. Maybe they just experienced bad haircuts or I had an exceptionally good hairdresser?
Either way, myth busted. :)