Complaints

The imperceptability(is that a word?) of men: I got my hair cut yesterday. It was shoulder length before, and now it's above my ears. Today my boss came in and spent half an hour going over things with me. Then he went to lunch, returned and mulled around for another few hours before tentatively asking me, "Did you get a haircut?" Well, it's only about eight inches shorter than it has been for the past week. Yes, Jonathan, I did in fact get a significant amount of my hair lopped off this weekend. At least Keith came back from vacation and noticed it. After loudly declaring how nice it was, John finally noticed and said, o, it's shorter? It's not like I had butt-length trimmed to back-length hair. It's much more significant!
The futility of mani/pedis: After months of watching Sex & the City, I finally decided to try a manicure and pedicure. The process of getting them is great, I got to sit in a massage chair, and my feet were soaked and the nice lady got rid of the calluses on my feet. Of course what mani/pedi is complete without nail polish? So I got some pale color that isn't too obvious. I sort of suspected I'd ruin everything in less than ten minutes. Sure enough, I have nicks and scratches all over my nails now. O well, who cares. My calluses are gone. Not quite worth the $35 though, so I doubt I'll ever get any of those done again.
The profusion of admirers: I always thought that at least in Flushing, I'd blend in enough that no one would notice me. No one ever noticed me there, before, why should they start now? But no, when May and I went to the TenRen Tea House on Sunday, the guy at the counter was definitely flirting with me, and then when we were heading back to Main Street to find Mom and Daddy, one of those annoying people with the fliers called me "zhen piao liang de xiao jie," which means "such a pretty young lady." To which I made a very disgusted noise which he didn't hear and hurried May along. It's amazing how just a year ago I was craving that attention and now it makes me horribly disturbed and annoyed. May told me the other day that she was watching a television show where a woman went to France and had a total and complete stranger who didn't even so much as make eye contact with her ran his hand up her inner leg almost all the way up under her skirt and just continue on his merry way. Must remember never to wear a skirt in Europe. Also must work on spitting skills.