The Devil's Haircut?

You've seen the haircut; the one that likes like a lame mohawk.

The haircut that looks like a rooster wanted to be noticed by his plumage, sort of. That silly little haircut with the extra length along the middle of your head sticking up like someone put a half-erect penis on your head and combed over some hair on top of it.

I've seen it so many times that I've wondered what I'd look like with it.

I've seen it on movie stars and other celebrities and on countless frat boys and other date rapists working for a living in the real world, but staying edgy, oooooh so hip...

And in that moment when I looked into the haircut/existence abyss and wanted to surrender my individuality for the sake of looking like everything I despise, a great shame came over me. I felt all woolly and sheepish and heard the David Beckham bell signaling metrosexual school was in session, please take a seat and open your books do the exercises on pages 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42.

I was willing to be branded by my haircut as a cool little fashonista man still trying to be a boy.

By the way, if you have that haircut and I offended you, I'm not sorry -
Wait, you didn't let me finish -
As I was saying, I'll be happy to meet you on neutral ground and shave your head in a buzzcut for you. I do this because I care.

But back to the haircut. What does it say? To me, it says "look at how cool, yet safely conforming I am."

I could be wrong. Maybe.

I'm not sure what it is in each of us that makes us want to be like the other. At what point does the individualistic trend become the all conforming safety net?

I was listening to Brak and he suggested that we all really just detest our own freedom. I think that little animated space fugitive may be on to something. And it would explain a lot about the current culture and mass psyche of America.

That Brak is one wise little...whatever he is.