Last February, I was walking with my friend Solène in New York. We went to the city in order to visit Grad schools in an attempt to determine what could I pursue after graduation (I was about to finish my undergrad degree in Commerce)*. After visiting the first school, it became clear to me: I was not ready to jump into grad school yet. To tell you the truth, I was extremely lost in my mind at that point. The hectic and crowded streets of New York, plus the high amount of caffeine in my veins had made me a tad irrational. So following that sudden epiphany, like a crazy person, I decided to enter the first hair salon I saw and asked to cut my hair below the chin line.
The hairstylist, with a thick Albanian accent said: "You shouldn't do that, you will look like a boy"