Went to get a haircut the other day at a place I hadn't been before, but it's about a 3 minute walk from my apartment, so I figure it's worth a shot.
The barber looked about 70 or so, which is a drastic improvement over the 96 year old non-English speaking Italian barber I had in Brooklyn, so I figured I'd be fine.
Things were going well until he asked me where my parents lived, and I mentioned that my father lived in Jamaica, and that he was Jamaican.
"Ah, so your dad is Jamaican, huh? I was wondering why your hair was so curly, but it makes sense if your dad's a negro."
How awesome is that? I mean seriously, when was the last time 'negro' was an acceptable term for a black person? 1968?
This guy is offically my barber until I leave Sydney.