Damn. First it was the mohawk. My parents wouldn't let me. Then it was the mullet, but by then I'd already joined the Air Force, and they frowned on that sort of thing.
UK Daily Mail
Now, apparently, the combover is all the rage, and once again, I find myself behind the fashion curve. I have the necessary sparsity, but not the required length, and I'm certain that by the time my hair grew long enough, the trend will have shifted.
I know, you're saying, "If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it too?" I understand the logic, but even so, I find myself wondering, why can't I ever be like the cool kids?