Sadly, I was forced to cut off the mullet earlier this week. The culprit, you ask? Deadly heat ray humidity. I have no idea how these people keep long hair in the Spring, let alone the Summer. Maybe it’s just an expat thing, but I’ll be pouring sweat just walking down the street, while older generations stay cozily bundled up and cool as a cucumber. It boggles my mind.
I taught an English class last week where my student commented on the sheen of perspiration resting on my forehead. How can my students take me seriously as a teacher when I can’t even stay cool? As bad as that was, teaching English is child’s play compared to riding the subte in the morning. The places where I teach are only three stops away — about a ten minute ride — but I come shooting out of the subte doors at my stop because I become very aerodynamic after being drenched in my own sweat. I have no idea how these people don’t melt! I have a light polo on and they’re wearing full suits, yet I’m the one perspiring?
And so, in the interest of my own health, beard and general shagginess have been shorn. I’m back to my usual extremely short hair. I will not allow Buenos Aires to set me alight once the real heat hits. Sorry to all those that were looking forward to the full mulletude.
As penance, I’ve posted the most embarrassing photo I have after shaving my head.
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In summer they continue to wear jeans while us gringos sweat buckets in our shorts and t-shirts – as if we didn’t stand out enough already!