The title of this post makes it seem like something significant has happened to me. And you'd be right to assume that, at least from my perspective. Let's take a moment to reflect on Kevin as the superficial snob that likes shiny things and subtly matching clothes. In the grand list of likes and dislikes, putting product in my hair ranks pretty high in the former. No, I'm not saying I enjoy putting chemicals in my hair, or the globs of goop texture and consistency, but I sure do enjoy having my hair stylized every morning. I was born with a weird shaped head. My scalp formed two hair rings in the back, allowing my weed-like hair to be brushed in any direction. There are some days, especially during the summer, where I wonder if i'm Mexican rather than Taiwanese and my life was just an elaborate ruse. In any case, my usual go-to wax finally ran out and so I thought I'd use this opportunity to try something different. Some of this bravado is sourced from the fact that I have barely seen anyone who hasn't already seen me at my worst, and who cares about what my fellow interns think!? This brings me to the point of this post: yesterday, I bought a jar (this is a really foul sounding word to use when describing hair product...but i couldn't think of anything else other than tub, which is arguably worse) of Gatsby moving rubber. I have to say, Gatsby deserves a hand for creating 8 different flavors of hair product with absolutely no distinct characteristics on the label except for the outside jar color. In response, I used my phone to search online for some help, and was quite dismayed to see that reviews were probably as stupid as the product's design. Naturally, I didn't want to leave the future of my hair to a game of chance, so I closed my eyes and picked the first one that caught my eye. Turns out I picked the green apple flavor, that is named Air Rise. Fancy shit. Okay whatever--so I put it in the cart and didn't think much more of it. I must be on a good luck streak or something because, not to toot my own horn, but DAMN. Go get your tub--i mean jar-- of Gatsby goop today!
Monday, August 1, 2011
time for a change
The title of this post makes it seem like something significant has happened to me. And you'd be right to assume that, at least from my perspective. Let's take a moment to reflect on Kevin as the superficial snob that likes shiny things and subtly matching clothes. In the grand list of likes and dislikes, putting product in my hair ranks pretty high in the former. No, I'm not saying I enjoy putting chemicals in my hair, or the globs of goop texture and consistency, but I sure do enjoy having my hair stylized every morning. I was born with a weird shaped head. My scalp formed two hair rings in the back, allowing my weed-like hair to be brushed in any direction. There are some days, especially during the summer, where I wonder if i'm Mexican rather than Taiwanese and my life was just an elaborate ruse. In any case, my usual go-to wax finally ran out and so I thought I'd use this opportunity to try something different. Some of this bravado is sourced from the fact that I have barely seen anyone who hasn't already seen me at my worst, and who cares about what my fellow interns think!? This brings me to the point of this post: yesterday, I bought a jar (this is a really foul sounding word to use when describing hair product...but i couldn't think of anything else other than tub, which is arguably worse) of Gatsby moving rubber. I have to say, Gatsby deserves a hand for creating 8 different flavors of hair product with absolutely no distinct characteristics on the label except for the outside jar color. In response, I used my phone to search online for some help, and was quite dismayed to see that reviews were probably as stupid as the product's design. Naturally, I didn't want to leave the future of my hair to a game of chance, so I closed my eyes and picked the first one that caught my eye. Turns out I picked the green apple flavor, that is named Air Rise. Fancy shit. Okay whatever--so I put it in the cart and didn't think much more of it. I must be on a good luck streak or something because, not to toot my own horn, but DAMN. Go get your tub--i mean jar-- of Gatsby goop today!
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