His pictures weren’t blurry, looked old or had more
retouching than a photo of Oprah Winfrey on her magazine. I was psyched for our
first date until I turned the corner of west 10th street. My lover
boy had a high bun on the back of his head that reminded me of Mrs. Garrett
from The Facts Of Life TV show. To say I was turned off would have been an understatement.
It was a shaky date, people kept staring at us, really him,
and I guessed they wondered; why was this gay guy with a bearded lady?
If you’ve noticed, the man bun has become a bigger fungus
then Kanye West. All over the big cities men have taken the hairstyle of a
romance-paperback-female-cover-model. I can’t imagine most women would want to
have sex with a dude sporting an up-do hairstyle, but hey, what do I know? I don’t
get why movie studios keep remaking Spiderman with different actors every two
years.
Male celebrities of every talent level have been sporting the
man bun, which is sad because once they stop wearing it, Middle America will
pick up the look. Soon grandfathers, sporting beer guts, and old sweaters will
have their hair swept in a high bun, leaving little kids to wonder, just who
the hell is grandma?
