language is just a sound

As this clip from a South Indian movie will prove

I am legend

I finally got three lines carved on my scalp.
And suddenly, my social market value seems to have jumped up a million points.
That, and I have been mistaken as Mexican by most other Mexicans on the streets of RVA.
At least I know if I get stuck in the wrong alley, i can scream out names like Ramon, Jorge and other such from south of the border and expect something to come out of it.
Bully for me, chico.
What I didn't realise I was actually defining myself through stereotypes associated with that form of hair couture.
So now I, or rather my haircut, have been called (not in order of merit or instance, and many in subtle jest)
- bad ass
- immigrant
- killah
- nuts
- a big mistake
- dealer
These are of course the ones that actually make me feel cool. Lots of others just made me go bwaaah.
Funny how your hair decides who you are.