Bad Hair

As you know, my team at work begins most working sessions with a discussion topic. This past week it was Bad Hairstyles of our Youth.

I know that most people my age have printed photos. I would keep a good photo and bad ones were encouraged to decompose in the landfill. The exceptions were school photos: those live on. I was expecting to see my team submit a lot of school photos for the bad hair category and 1980s Glamour Shotz for the examples of good hair.

What I saw was nothing. I put my photos on the chat and then NOTHING. Bastards! Then one bald man shared a photo of him with hair, and a brunette man showed a photo as a tow-headed child, but I saw no bad photos.

Perhaps my submission was so horrifying no one wanted to compete.

Bad hair:

Good hair:

My god, enough hair to pull back AND cascade down, the Glory days.

And because it’s not fair to represent oneself on a blog entirely in old photos, here is what my teammates have been looking at in Zoom:

Man, my face is crooked. Have I had a stroke?