For most of my life—over three decades—I never had anything approaching “long hair.”
Part of this is parental, obviously. It takes parents more open-minded then mine, apparently, to let their boys grow long hair.
So it was only at age 32 that my hair crept below my ears. And I learned some stuff.
Bad hair days are real
I once scoffed to hear people complain about bad hair days. No more.
People talk about your hair
No one talks about your short hair. But people like to talk about your long hair!
You can’t stick your head out the car window.
Oops.
Taylor Coe 