On the one hand, I’m glad that there are young men out there secure enough to wear their long hair up in a bun.
On the other hand, I wish they’d stop.
Once again, I am at odds with myself.
One of the coffee-slingers at the Starbucks I frequent has taken to wearing his hair in a bun. There it sits, atop his head, a confusing mass of tucked-in bun-ness. Don’t get me wrong – I’m a big fan of long hair. I’ve dated men with hair longer than my own. But had they shown up with it in a bun – well that just smacks of Mrs. Claus, doesn’t it?
Wait. Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s a seasonal affectation. Maybe there’s a movement I don’t know about, trying to bring Kringle fashion back.
And for Easter, little chocolate eggs will drop out of a specially designed chute in his pants.
No. I don’t buy that, and believe me, I buy into a lot of the stuff I make up.
I want to ask him, “What’s up with the bun? Braiding too good for ya?”
But no. I won’t. He is young and hip, and I am simply part of the early-morning coffee crush. I am “Venti Bold, room for cream, right?”
Of course, it is possible that his view of me is as skewed as I’m sure mine is of him. I see a hipster, a man with his hair tucked into a bun, a man at whom I smile as I mentally envision him in a large red velvet dress with tiny wire-rim spectacles; and he sees a middle-aged woman, one of hundreds that line up for delicious, over-priced coffee and feels pressured to leave her change because someone poured a cup of coffee…
Great. Now I’m trying to think of ways to freak him out.
The truth is that no one really knows what they are looking at. Perhaps there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for a 20-something U.S. male to be wearing his hair in a bun.
Perhaps the explanation is that it’s none of my business.
Either way, I like a bit of mystery. Loch Ness Monster, the chupacabra, the Kardashians. Who knows what is real anymore? Life is a series of discoveries in varying degrees: I may never know the reason for the bun, and he may never know the reason I grin the way I do when I see him.
I’m okay with that.
Do Not Succumb
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