MY HAIR CUT EXPERIENCE

Some days ago, I went and got my hair cut short. It didn't seem wise to keep my hair long for the upcoming surgery, since I am not sure if I will be in any condition to shower and wash my hair for the first one or two days after surgery (Ewww...).

I had never given up on getting a Katie Holmes bob, even though common sense told me it'll never make me look any more like Katie Holmes, or garner a Tom Cruise lookalike squeeze. But you know what they say about hope - it springs eternal.

I kind of expected hairdressers of established saloons to be at least familiar with the more famous Hollywood personalities. And Katie Holmes' bob had been mentioned so many times in the fashion magazines that it was practically an iconic style all on its own. So I confidently stepped in the saloon and requested for my hairdresser to give it to me a la Katie Holmes.

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You know, Katie Holmes? Like, Tom Cruise's current wife?

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The hairdresser apparently felt that he needed to bolster his fashionista image somewhat, so he quickly informed me that although he did not know who Katie Holmes was (he made it sound like she was some unimportant two bit actress - which she probably is, but - Tom Cruise's wife!), he could give me Victoria Beckham's bob.

Uh sorry no. I'll take her hubby anyday, but not her hairstyle. They call it a Pob. Trust me, I'll really look like a Pob, and I'm not being complimentary.

Anyway, after scouring about a dozen magazines for a picture of Katie Holmes (and not finding it - I never realised she was so un-newsworthy), we finally settled how my bob should look like by dint of vague descriptions, albeit a lot of them.

Four hours and much intake of chemical fumes later, I took a look at the results. I looked iconic enough alright.

Call me the Egyptian queen. I didn't get Katie Holmes, but I figured Cleopatra was probably a close second. No Tom Cruise, but Marc Antony will do in a pinch.

It was hard to respond to the hairdresser when he asked me if this was what I had wanted. I am not sure if I handed over the 250 bucks quite so enthusiastically either. I did hope that he had been at least spurred to find out what a Katie Holmes bob look like.

It also crossed my mind that if I should end up having chemo (yeah, yeah, touch wood), I might just end up with nothing to show for my 250 bucks. If that happens, I allow you to quote me the hair haiku.