Gay Pride is sort of like Mardi Gras – you can run around half-naked or rock really obnoxious fashion and it’s somehow socially acceptable. My contribution to the hot messitude of Pride weekend is my douche bag haircut. Behold:
And yes, I walked into my barber shop with a picture of The Situation from Jersey Shore:
I like my cross better.
The problem is that a lot of people thought the douche bag hair was serious, so I got some really nasty glares at the Bryant Lake Bowl Block Party. I refuse to take glares from men wearing glitter seriously though.
The hair has grown out a little already (after 2 days!) and the design should be completely invisible in under two weeks. Don’t worry though, the holiday hair returns in October.
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