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Hi Hairy People,
Looking at some old black & white family snap shots got me thinking back to my early Hair History, --- and what an odd contrast those days were when compared to my more recent Hair History and current hair length...
When I was a kid still living at home, my ex-Navy dad would not allow me or my 4 brothers to have anything other than miserably short hair in his house. This was especially true after the end of every school year, when he gave us all mandatory crew cuts at the beginning of every summer vacation.
When I left home at age 18 to enter into the workforce, I was able to grow my hair out just a tiny bit longer; but, the jobs I first had as a young adult all had sexist "dress codes" that prohibited men's hair to not go past shirt-collar length.
By the time I got married, 10 years later, my dad had already died, and the job that I had by then no longer enforced those stupid dress code rules anymore. But, both my wife at that time, as well as the friends I was mostly surrounded with back then, were never very supportive about me growing my hair out, --- feeling that I was "too old" now, as well as for it to be socially "uncool" to look like an out-of-style aging hippie...
I got divorced in '87, --- coming out to my family as a gay man in that same year. Then a couple of years later, I finally finally FINALLY felt the nerve to quietly start growing my hair out, starting in the early '90s.
Now here I am at age 55... With my dad long gone from planet Earth, my job never having any issue whatsoever over my hair-length (which now reaches the top of my butt when wet), and me no longer allowing any friend or family member to dare tell me that my hair is "too long" (or they know I will disown them - LOL), you'd think that my life would be problem-free now, right?
The irony of my life nowadays is that the only hairs that are coming out of my head which I still consider to be, "too long" are all coming from my nose, ears, or eyebrows!
- Ken in San Francisco
And that must be why your message doesn't have an avatar -- because you need a new one to show off that hair!
Wait till you're in your 60's. You'll be taking a lawnmower to those places!
Three days a week, like clockwork at 8:00am, you'll hear the the truck pull up, the riding mower going around, the weed whacker and then the leaf blower - Your nose/ear/eyebrow landscaping crew keeping the gateway to your "nature preserve" (hair and beard) clear.
- Oren