Author: melspellsandtells

Undergoing research into Japanese hair trends

On both sides of my family lineage, I am British. Way, way, way, way back kind of British. There’s enough family trees and ancestry tracing in my family to tell you that. I’m very generic in that blue-eyes, blonde-hair Australian stereotype way, and it always felt nice to fit in with that narrative in an easy way. While I’m not a sun-kissed surfer babe, as I grew up in the country, hours away from the nearest beach, it felt like I belonged in the typical Australian backdrop.

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Go lighter, go shorter: an autoethnographic experience in Japanese hair trends

I am incredibly vain about my hair. I always have been, and I can’t foresee a future where I am not. But my hair is often not my hair. I colour it to hide the mousy brown colour it naturally is. I smooth out the natural waves and gentle curls in my hair until it is dead straight. I hate it.

“I love your hair,” my friend Yukana says, her fingers lightly stroking through the long locks.  She points to my un-dyed roots. “When I go back to Japan I want this colour.”

I am bewildered. Why?

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Understanding autoethnography

I’ll be honest: I am completely terrified by the thought of undergoing the autoethnographic process.

My entire academic life has been about removing myself from an experience or concept when exploring and understanding it. My entire public writing process has always been very objective, based on years of teaching and schooling that prioritises being completely detached from your work.

That is in no way to say I am not reflective – I have a journal and spend countless hours inside my own head – but I immensely dislike being public about my thoughts or opinions. To insert my understanding of the world into a piece of work is truly the most foreign concept to me.

So, I will push myself this semester, and use this post to undergo a degree of autoethnography as I explore the process itself.

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Viewing Godzilla

I would never voluntarily choose to watch a monster movie. I don’t like watching destruction, I don’t like watching people get hurt, and I preference plot to action. The saturation of the film industry with action and horror films that encompass superficial stories and cheap scares has left me narrow minded in my view of the genre, with no incentive to explore it deeply.

While being culturally Australian, and in my early twenties, I have had a relatively wide variety of media consumption in my life. From black and white films, to foreign films and tv, to translated novels and comics, I do try to engage in a number of different texts, but none of that prepared me for my first viewing of Gojira.

The unique context that surrounds the original Godzilla film creates a specific atmosphere around its key themes, hugely impacting on my experience of the movie.

While I spent roughly the first half of the film unsure of what made this film so iconic, the moment the monster rose from the water and was greeted by electric fences and gunshots, something had changed. During the entire climactic city-stomping scene I was in a state of conflict. I didn’t want them to hurt Godzilla (was I easily buying into the “don’t hurt the monster, we just don’t understand it yet” narrative that is so popular now?) but I was heartbroken for the city and its citizens and wanted the destruction to stop immediately (the reality of a mother crying and protecting her children on the streets felt less like fiction that I could distance myself from).

When I stopped viewing the film with the contradiction of the special effects and cinematography of a movie from the past, but in the present context, the movie was no longer amusing but intensely serious and suspenseful. A film is an artefact of the specific context in which it was made, and instead of distancing myself in viewing it, I began to consciously try to imagine this movie as it was intended to be – what is actually is – not as something that exists in isolation.

I was unused to such long periods of silence; of such explicit uses of historical events as a reflection and comment, not hiding behind ambiguity; and of such visceral imagery relating to the consequences of destruction. All these elements hugely added to the real drama and terror of the film to me about the consequences of our actions – what things are created when we seek to destroy and dominate each other.