Does This Blowout Make Me "Look Jewish?"

Identity and hair don't always match up.
Publish date:
July 18, 2012
blowout, boys, jewish, professional hair

The blowout.

"You look really Jewish today," gurgles the dude I'm seeing, his mouth full of toothpaste.

"Uh, I'm not sure what you mean by that," I say, though I know exactly what he means.

"I think it's the hair," he says, spitting into the bathroom sink.

My usual messy hair has been replaced with the smooth, swingy blowout of a polished PR girl. I look like a wannabe Kardashian or a contestant on the Bachelor. Mostly though, the hair is a J.A.P. trademark and the opposite of what I'm going for.

To make matters worse, I'm dressed in a white peplum top and tight jeans that were given to me by a friend. It's a costume really, a far cry from the loose tanks and slouchy pants I prefer to wear. I don't feel like myself with this perfect hair and trend-slave top.

Now I resent him for calling attention to how I look, and I tell him I might just leave. I'm not in the mood anymore. He says he was joking and thought that I had a sense of humor. Maybe my uptight hair is making me act like an uptight person.

Air-dried side-flip.

For as long as I can remember, no one has been able to pinpoint my ethnicity and I'm comfortable with that. "What are you?" is a question I often answer, albeit disappointingly. I identify as Jewish, but it irks me to be told that I look Jewish. Having grown up in a few different places, ambiguity feels like a better fit.

Still, I brush off his comment and decide to stay because he says things like this all the time. As an exceptionally good-looking person, he's attuned to aesthetics in a way that most are not, and he's less advanced in other ways. I taught him what "anecdote" means, for example. It's like beauty Asperger's syndrome. So in a purely superficial sense, I trust his assessment of the hair and privately decide to do away with occasional blowouts and stick to my messy side-flip more often.

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