civil revolution

Now is the time where I am going to get really deep and discuss something that nobody else will care about or even feel like reading, but nonetheless, I will write. This post is going to examine society's standards and the gap of those standards that exists across the generations. Now this may sound like an in depth analysis is going to come here after, but in actuality this is just a post about my hair. Yeah, I know. If you do not want to read this stop now, but otherwise this is going to be quite the post.
For the past few years of my life, I have attempted to grow out my hair to a length that is, what I feel, the most desirable length. As this process was going on, I was continually accosted by my parents who seem to have a narrow scope of what is acceptable in today's society. For some reason, they continued to threaten me with various punishments until I would inevitably break down and cut my hair, resulting in a resounding disappointment for all those fond of my flowing locks. Also, for my job umpiring little league baseball, I was forced to keep my hair in the mid to short length area. Now it is the winter and baseball is over so I decided that I would continue the growth until I was inevitably forced, by lack of money, to cut my hair for umpiring. It had been going well, the length increasing at a substantial rate and not looking like complete poppycock in the process. I was receiving numerous compliments about the situation on top of my head and the desire to keep growing my hair was stronger than ever. I enjoyed the length and soon began to realize that I just do not like myself with a short haircut. All that aside, I began to notice the increased resentment that I was receiving from my parents, especially my father. First came the snide remarks, which, after years of living with him, I have grown quite accustomed to hearing. Then came the pleading from my mother who believes that I have low self-esteem because my hair is long and that if I were to cut it I would immediately have a girlfriend. This, being one of the most ridiculous things that I have ever heard, left me with a loss of words. Finally, I was given an ultimatum. Either I cut my hair or I would be grounded until I did. Justly, I took the side of the opposition and am currently forbidden to venture from the house to see my friends. Now that the story has been told, I will begin to examine the reasons and rationale behind this whole thing.
My parents come from a different time period, one filled with the hippie generation and everything that went along with it. As you might have guessed, my parents were not a part of that group of people. Most likely, they grew up despising the hippie and all attributed to them, like long hair. This inherent disgust may be what is pushing them to accost me on a daily basis to cut my hair. What they do not realize though, is that in this day and age, long hair is perfectly acceptable and those with it are even praised for their individuality. Having long hair is not something that is looked down upon today, but rather is becoming more mainstream. If you were to watch television today, there would be numerous instances of people who have longer hair than previously acceptable in society. The majority of college students today do not have the cookie cutter image of the business professional. They realize that they are still young and have plenty of time to cut their hair and join the mindless ranks of the working class. For now, I wish to stay a kid and not grow up faster than I have to. There is plenty of time for me to have a short haircut, but not at this time. Now I am going to be me, regardless of the consequences that entails. "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable." -John F. Kennedy