At my all-boys school there were very specific rules about how long hair should be, which I can still quote.
"A boy's hair should not be so long at the back that it touches the collar when the head is held upright. It should not be so long at the front that it falls over the eyes when a boy at his desk leans forward over a book. The hair at the sides should not cover the top of the ears."
This was 1975, and long hair was in fashion, so at least half of us totally ignored the rules and had hair to our shoulders. We reckoned that the headmaster couldn't cane all of us. (Apart from anything else, he'd've passed out after the third or fourth climax, the perverted old saddo.) I thought it was perfectly valid to ignore the rule because, whereas I could take my school uniform off at the end of the day, I'd be stuck with the haircut - and I didn't think the school had the right to make me wear my hair like a conscript's in the evenings and at weekends.
Anyway - the rule was unenforceable, though that didn't stop the Headmaster railing at us as we walked past his study window, using that loping gait that causes long hair to bob and shimmy in a fashion designed to piss off those in authority.
In 1977, the Sex Pistols changed everything. Suddenly many boys at school could honestly claim that their hair did not touch their collar, didn't fall over the eyes and was nowhere near their ears, on account of it was spiked up into a bright green mohican that school rules could never have anticipated, but which drove the Headmaster to higher planes of apoplectic rage than the pre-Raphaelite flowing locks could ever have inspired.
He dropped off the twig that year. I like to think that our hair was a contributory factor.


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