A Note on Not Having Black Hair

Two weeks ago I went on a trip to southern Beijing to find an area called Shazi kou where I could find cheap art/office supplies. The way there was crowded and gave some little girls a chance to sneak feels at my foreign hair. The funnier hair experience, however, was when Yangyang and I were getting on the escalator yesterday to get out of the subway station and a man quickly got his large, fancy camera ready so that he, standing right behind us on the crowded escalator, could snap pictures of the back of my head.