My son Scott headed out for his last fall at the University of Idaho this week. He is President of his fraternity, Phi Kappa Tau and had to be at U of I early to get the fraternity house ready for Rush. Before he left he took time for our Man Bun versus Mom Bun (MUNs) head shots.
The family teased him all summer for his long hair on top, cropped short on sides.
His hair looks great for work but for lacrosse or workouts flops down his face in a long veil unless it is held back by a bun and sometimes bun and headband. When he has his hair up, he is part of the man bun crowd started a few years back by hipsters in New York, moving to San Francisco and becoming popularized by celebrities Jaquin Phoenix, Jared Leta, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik. (both of One Direction, boy band fame).
MUNs are popular enough now that you can purchase one on Amazon.com if you don’t have enough hair. Nick Cannon has been wearing a MUN the last few weeks on America’s Got Talent. Mr. Cannon told folks on Good Morning America that it takes a couple of hours to get his corn rows and man bun in place. Man buns aren’t for everyone. Since many men have a hereditary tendancy to loose their hair as they age, there have been recent cautions that wearing a too-tight man bun can pull out your hair permanently, prematurely. Scott doesn’t have to worry about that. The hair loss gene comes from the mother’s side of the family. My dad had fabulous wavy hair until he died. The popularity of the man bun has moved it into the realm of humor. If you want to see politicians with man buns including Donald Trump check out this link: http://twistedsifter.com/2015/11/if-politicians-had-man-buns/
My hair is a different story. By the time I hit thirty, I was in professional jobs and kept my hair short to ensure I had some semblance of a coiffeur at work. Before short hair, I had extremely thick, long, and amazingly unruly hair. In my late twenties when I had long hair and was at a meeting of all men, I turned my head and a rocket shot across the room. Everyone in the room asked what it was. When we finally rescued the flying object from under a table across the way from me, it turned out to be an electric roller caught under my very thick mane, left in-place unnoticed as I hurried out the door to work. Turning my head displaced it and propelled it across the board room. Since the late seventies were a time when women were just clawing their way into management positions, it was essential that I look as prim and polished as possible. I challenge you to remain dignified when claiming a sailing roller from your supervisor at a major meeting. The roller incident was the beginning of my many efforts to tame my wild mane by keeping it short.
By my early thirties, I was starting to get premature white hair. Both my mother and grandfather had gorgeous white hair by 35 but I chose to color my hair to be in step with the times. I have now been coloring my hair for almost 35 years. I actually have no idea what color my hair is now. I thought about letting it grow gray when I retired but decided to wait to see my true color until my daughter Kayla is out of high school.
I started growing my hair the day I retired. My hair is now down to my shoulders but hard to pull up into a bun. It takes two small buns to make one. My hair is long enough to whip around in the Wyoming wind on vacation. I love the freedom of feeling my hair blow when we are out on our bikes or on a boat. I have also gotten my hair long enough that my daughter can braid it though it ends up with a little tiny pig tail rather than an long beautiful streamer. I plan on growing my hair to about the length of Meryl’s Streep’s hair at the Democratic convention, slightly below my shoulders. The ability to grow my hair and let it do as it pleases in retirement has been a great joy.
I miss my son already though he has only been gone a couple of days. I have no competition now in the MUN contest. When he is around the house, there are moments every day of great laughter about silly things. University of Idaho you are lucky to have him this fall and I was fortunate indeed to spend the summer growing my hair along with him.