Fashion Roadkill of the Day: Vol 35
Subtitled "Bad Hair Bonanza!"
You can see in my profile over there --------> that I'm not exactly fond of Asians who dye their hair blonde. As I can't solely express in words why I find it all kinds of wrong, I have relied on a little pictorial assistance. Soon you'll come to appreciate that a picture is worth a thousand words, or in this case a thousand nightmares.
Ah, the bad dye job that was done to fix up bad highlights. Something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. It's enough to turn someone's head from fried ass into refried ass. But don't think that it's just the females who have issues with Clairol Born Blonde Maxi.
Guys, guys, guys why the blonde? Changing your hair colour isn't going to turn you into a Butterscotch Stallion or a nanny-screwing Lothario like Jude Law. In fact, your biggest worry has nothing to do with lusty women and everything to do with regrowth.
Sometimes the undergrowth is so uncontrollable that it will have you lighting up on the street corner and approaching women with lines such as "Permit me to introduce myself. I am Pepe Le Pew, your lover. You may call me Streetcar, because of my desire for you!"
Then there are those who think that a partial dyejob amounts to the same street cred as a baseball cap worn at a rebellious angle. Little do they realise that two-tone is only appropriate where a tabby cat is concerned.
You'd think it's just the folly of youth that drives the people to such ill-conceived madness. But no, the older one gets, the more likely they are to try for a natural strawberry blonde and fail miserably.
All of this means there's no such thing as the blue rinse set in Hong Kong. It's really more of a Donald Trump set.