When I gave Shaggy Hair Boy his pseudonym last year, he was thirteen years old, and his shaggy hair was falling into his eyes. He hasn’t had a haircut since, and the shaggy hair has transformed into a gorgeous mane of long curls that reach his shoulders. Boy in Black, my seventeen-year-old, now has the shaggy look, with locks of wavy dark hair falling into his face. Today I noticed that I couldn’t see his eyes any more.
Me: Wow, your hair is getting long.
Him: Yeah, I haven't cut it.
Me: You’ve got those scholarship interviews next month. Maybe you ought to trim it for that.
Him: I don't know. I like it like this.
Me: Yeah, but in an interview, people like to see your eyes.
Him: I was thinking it would be cool to have long hair for graduation.
Me: I think you would have time to grow it out again.
Him: You think I should cut it just for the interviews?
Me: Well, the scholarship is worth a whole lot of money. Might be worth a haircut.
Him: You think they are going to be biased because I look like a stoner? Aren't they supposed to be all in favor of diversity?
Me: I don’t know. You do have gorgeous hair. You look totally like a hot snowboarding dude.
Him: (laughing and rolling his eyes) Yeah, that's what all the girls say.
Me: Really, you and Shaggy Hair Boy have the best hair in the school.
Him: Well, I think it's funny that when people look at me, they see a teenager dressed in black with long hair and they think I'm a trouble maker. Or into drugs.
Me: And instead you are mad smart, and all gentle and compassionate.
Him: And nice to little kids. See, I'm shattering the stereotype.
Me: Well, it's a great look for you.
Him: I think it'll be funny to get up and give a speech at graduation looking like this.
Me: And of course you'll still be wearing that wristband.
Him: (holding up wrist) Yep. Still got it ....