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It's late, I can't contribute much discussion wise but I have a comment.
The summer before my first year of Junior High (1984), my mom gave me a pseudo mohawk (just barely shaved on the sides) dyed red. I lived at that time in a small town of about 600. The first day of school, I was sent home because of my hair (what they thought could be done, I haven't a clue!).
It was decided by the school board, I had to comb my hair down over my head in order to attend school (yeah that was really attractive!) until it grew out. Once it did, they really couldn't say anything about the punky things I did with it.
I don't know if it's suprising to me or not that things haven't changed in 25 yrs.
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