... when you were in the Peace Corps and let your neighbor with the beautiful, bouncy curls talk you into getting a perm, which led you to a “stylist” who washed your hair with an old Mello-Creme tub and a ton of perm solution, squirting it generously over your burning scalp while reassuring you “white people hair is different,” and therefore you needed more stinging solution, and then you went to a big neighborhood Hindu celebration for Phagwah, and got hit with lots of pink powder, which turned your now-porous curls pink, and everyone in your Peace Corps group thought you’d gone crazy, but everyone in your village thought your super-curly pink hair was awesome? Yeah. Me neither.
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