I have always been interested in making myself a better version of myself. So I take haircuts very seriously, because if I look good on the outside, people think I am a better person on the inside too.
I’ve also always been interested in bangs. However, in the United States, when I go to salons, the conversation usually goes something like this:
Stylist: So what are you looking for today?
Me: I’d like a fresh new look.
Stylist: Oh, so like a bob or a short hair cut?
Me: No no, mother wouldn’t like me to cut my hair short.
Stylist: Okay, so maybe some layers.
Me: I want a fresh new look. I’m thinking: bangs.
Stylist: Long, side-swept bangs?
Me: No, real bangs.
Stylist: (looks uncomfortable) I wouldn’t recommend that for you.
Stylist: How about some highlights?
Me: No, mother does not want me to dye my hair.
And then after more back and forth, I get a trim and some layers.
Well, we were in Japan last week, and the Japanese excel in everything they do, so I knew it was time to get a haircut. I selected a salon from Time Out Tokyo, called Ridicule. With a name like that, I knew I was guaranteed a hip new look.
Here’s how the conversation went down.
Me: Konichiwa! Sumimasen, do you speak English?
Stylist: Very little.
Me: Arigatou, I was thinking about bangs.
Stylist: (blank look) Oh! Bangs! (frowns) (Says something in Japanese)
Me: Sumimasen. (I look sheepish)
Stylist: (takes out mobile phone, types in something, shows translation to me) “Do you know how to brush your hair.”
Me: Yes! (Did my hair not look brushed?)
Stylist: (hands me a magazine)
Me: (I flip to a page and point to a picture where the girl has bangs.)
Stylist: (Looks at picture, flips to a different one of a woman WITHOUT bangs, presents it to me.)
Me: (Shake my head, flip to a new picture of a girl, with bangs).
Stylist: Okay! (And smiles supportively.)
Anyway, here’s pretty much the outcome.
Lies. You look amazing with bangs. Or should I say, bangin with bangs.