毛は作り、 (Hair and Make)
Being Black is generally pretty awesome. People gawk at you wherever you go, probably thinking you're Neyo. You can say you're Barack Obama's cousin and everyone will believe you. All the youngsters automatically associate you with coolness. But the one time being Black isn't awesome is when you need to get your hair did. I've lived in Japan almost three full years now and still haven't been to a barber shop. I had to learn to cut my own hair, because I don't trust Japanese people with my luxurious curly locks of gold. And, up until recently, our Black friends (and sometimes myself) would do MaryAnn's hair, a difficult feat given the high amount of humidity up in this motha. But MaryAnn, being the brave little toaster she is, did finally venture out into the world of Japanese hair salons and lived to tell about it. Peep her posts about it on her blog, Gira Gira Bombala. Totally required reading for anyone too scared to get their hair done but in desperate need of some tender follicle love.