The most salient effect of my recent head-shaving is that every time I pass a mirror, I do a massive double take as the following sequence of thoughts flashes through my mind: “OH MY GOD. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY— Oh yeah. Well hello there, you big, sexy ape, you.”
I do look forward to moving out of the plucked chicken phase. Also, it will be nice when my scalp, which is currently fluorescent, tans a bit. Right now I have to wear a bandanna to avoid sun burn. And here in Islamic Kashgar, the do rag makes me look like a Muslim woman. The children dance about and laugh. Oh, how they laugh. Their laughter is preferable to having the sun turn my scalp into a fine layer of ash, though.
