He used to always look like a Kim until we moved to NYC and he could get haircuts from barbers with experience cutting Asian hair. There's a fantastic barber shop where, for 10 dollars, a pink-smocked lady will give him the best haircut of his life. Last week, for some completely he decided to get a cut from some random barber and he left looking like a young Kim Jong-Il.
He's finding it tiring that I keep getting him as "Comrade" but it's going to be a while before that stops being hilarious.
My husband is a total party pooper and won't let me share a picture. But he pretty much looks like the dour chap in the glasses.