In 1979, I was visiting the mall with a couple of friends. Middle parted, feathered hair was de rigueur for most everyone, male and female alike. This guy passed us going the other way with a really severe mullet. It was the new hallmark of the punk movement before it became the Crown of Kings in rural America. At the time, something about it just seemed Frankensteinian to me. One of my buddies did a double-take, stopped, and held his gaze. We’d not yet seen hair like that. The punker guy stopped and yelled back, “What the hell are you lookin’ at?!!!” Not interested in trying to start a fight, we moved on. But had an honest conversation ensued, it might have sounded like this.
“Your hair. I’m looking at your hair.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, just never seen hair like that before. It’s different. You had to expect people to stare, but it looks ok,…
