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I was chatting with a colleague about her recent haircut and it got me thinking that I need one, soon. I usually go to the Aveda Institute in Chinatown, where the advanced students cut hair. I've never had a problem there but it does take awhile to get done. MoBob prefers HairCuttery but then men are so easy.

When we lived in Ouagadougou there was only one hairdresser who knew how to cut "white people's hair." She was an older French lady whom I imagined had a romantic back story about exile in Ouagadougou. Unfortunately it doesn't seem like she'd had any refresher course in haircuts or even returned to France since the 1980s, so I always ended up with some sort of weird bob. But she was the only game in town.

I've had long hair in the past but now I can't stand the weight or the length once a couple of inches past my chin. Until my next appointment at Aveda (June 12!) I'll have to pin, clip, and somehow persuade my hair to behave in the heat and humidity.
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On May 6th, 2010 12:13 am (UTC), burgotastic commented:
I like saying 'Ougadougou'.

I went to a hairdresser in China (where apparently the majority of hairdressers are actually brothels - but I lucked out). They also didn't know how to cut white peoples hair, and I emerged with the most bizarre haircut I've yet had.
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On May 6th, 2010 12:22 am (UTC), ticklethepear replied:
It's like saying Wagga Wagga except more...African.
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