Curly Haircut Catastrophe

“All hairdressers are equal, but some hairdressers are more equal than others.”

  • An extract from ‘My Head is an Animal Farm’ by Saskia Watson

Any curly-haired person can tell you about the struggle to find a hairdresser that can actually cut their hair. As someone who has been “blessed” (I roll my eyes every time someone tells me this) with curly hair, I have had my fair share of hairdressers who have assured me they knew how to cut my hair and have then continued to hack my curls into a frizzy mess. I just sigh and know that I’ll be wearing my hair up for the next six months. So, when I find a hairdresser that manages to tame the beast that resides on my scalp, I cling to that miracle maker for life.

Unfortunately, my beloved hairdresser was not willing to move to China with me and I have dreaded having to get a haircut here. I decided just to grow out my hair until I returned to South Africa. But my hair tends to give me all sorts of hell when I grow it out. It’s as if it’s seeking revenge on me. After a month of having to force my hair into a bun to try and tame it, I was fed up. One day, out of the blue, Mr. Xiang asked if I wanted to accompany him to the hair salon. On the way there, he asks if I want to have my hair cut. I was so desperate (my hair was stuck in a bun again) that I immediately said yes.

While I was sitting in that big swivel chair in the salon, looking at how a Chinese man – who couldn’t understand a word of English – was cutting profusely at my hair in the mirror, I started to dread the outcome of this sudden decision. This man definitely didn’t know how to cut curly hair. Have you ever seen a Chinese person with naturally curly hair? He would take regular interval just to frown at my head. I could see myself wearing my hair up for the next six months. After he cut my hair, he reached for the hairdryer, and I knew this wasn’t going to end well. (Curly hair tip: you CANNOT just blow dry curly hair, unless you intentionally want to look like Michael Jackson from the 70’s)

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MJ in 1974. He looks quite tired. Maybe it’s from trying to blow dry his hair?

When he finished with drying out my hair, he seemed genuinely perplexed as to why I suddenly had an afro. Mr. Xiang started laughing and I gave the hairdresser a serious death glare. He immediately started to try and straighten my hair. I could see him sweating as he tried to figure out a way to make me look semi-decent again. This was clearly the challenge of his life. Eventually he managed to flatten it using the same hair dryer that caused havoc in the first place. I thanked him, went home and spent about an hour in my room trying to straighten it myself. I managed to do this and ended up loving my new ‘do. I silently thanked the hairdresser and chuckled at the thought that I might actually return to that hair salon in a few months time. I could already see that man screaming and running out of the building, leaving some other poor hairdresser to struggle with my mane.

Ah, the joys of curly hair.


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