Dear reader who I interviewed today for an article,
Thank you for following some of my work, telling me you appreciate my pieces and that you think I write well. I am grateful for the feedback!
P.S. You made my day.
— Shelley Pascual (@shelleypascual) May 30, 2018
With the trend of women shaving their heads on the rise, I’ve felt compelled to reflect on what the head shave experience was like for me a decade ago.
Even in 2008, the shaved female head — which is rooted in ancient traditions and spans various cultures and beliefs — wasn’t new.
Britney Spears shaved her own head a year before I did. And before her both Grace Jones and Sinead O’Connor were baldies in the 1970s and 1980s, respectively.
But there hasn’t really been a movement in the past that’s similar to what’s happening now. Currently a growing community of women are dismissing the traditional notion of long hair being equated with femininity.
More and more, hashtags like #BaldiesGettheJobDone on social media are being used by a fearless group of females who dare to defy societal standards.
One key thing I’ve learned as a job seeker is that my identity isn’t entirely defined by my profession. Realizing this has been helpful for me in dealing with the ups and downs of carving out a career for myself (without the slightest idea how to go about doing it).
So yes, I’m a journalist, but I’m also…
- a thrill-seeker
- an avid reader of fictional literature
- a mountain biker
- a linguist
- a nonconformist
- a weight lifter
- a mentor for those looking to go abroad
- an artist / creative content creator
- a baker
- a vintage moped owner
- a future motorcyclist
- a former Corporate, Culture & English Trainer
- a cosmopolite
- an amateur cook
- a trained graphic designer
- a liberalist
- a diary keeper
- a chocolate enthusiast
- a runner
Who knew that trusting my gut and risking everything would alter the course of my life?
When I flew from Toronto to Berlin on a one-way ticket back in early 2012, I didn’t have a job or an internship lined up in Germany. I was 25 years old and I had just spent a year in Australia.
At the time, all I knew was that I was keen on continuing to live abroad. I was intrigued by the idea of immersing myself in German culture and society. I also wanted to be reunited with my German boyfriend, as we’d met in Australia.
The only plan I had was to figure everything out once I got to Germany.