Picture this: six girls who don’t know each other living together in an apartment in a country foreign to all of them – and they only have one hair drier among them. If that doesn’t scream “recipe for disaster” to you, you may well be the bravest soul on this planet. Six girls with beautiful, long hair, who all have to leave for work between eight and nine in the morning, sharing one hair drier?
I was among one of those six girls who traveled from Duke to Dublin, Ireland for two months last summer, and I needed that hair drier just like the rest of them. But I can’t think of a single instance when I was rushed to dry my wavy locks faster than you can say “bad hair day,” or when I had to fight someone using my yellow-belt karate skills from fifth grade to steal the gadget away. There were no verbal or physical attacks between us girls during our two months there – regarding hair dryers or anything else, for that matter. (more…)





