Over the summer I grew back my two-thirds indy one-third patchy beard that I hope is a trademark but is probably a social liability. Facial hair is not well regarded in Korea. I am simultaniously mounting a small campaign of defiance and submitting to my own slovenliness and it's all happening on my face. I have passed it off to the teachers at my school as an authentic piece of Canadian culture that runs from nose to neck.
When the girls hold invisible razors and scrape them down their faces I agree with them that yes, they do need to shave. When the scream in protest I walk away and pretend I don't hear them. Being the adult means I get to choose when to act like one. When the boys call me 'Kyle Beckham' I don't let it go to my head because they call any picture of a black man 'Obama'. When I need to trim it for teacher picture day, I tell you about it first.
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