Yoke
Today is the day, which comes around about every eight to ten weeks, when my hair becomes long enough to require the ministration of a comb in the morning. I am about two thirds of the way through my current hair-cycle.
Of course it’s not really my hair which requires the comb; rather it’s the strictures of s o c i e t y, the expectations of my e m p l o y e r, the great y o k e which bears down on me diurnally.
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Ah, yes, well I have a real short cut when in Europe, which lasts the twelve weeks or so in China, so as to avoid the standard Chinese Haircut, which looks better on young chinese than on old laowai.
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