My 19 month Tarzan experiment is officially over.
In case you are one of the few who HAVEN’T heard the story (and for posterity).
In August of 2012 I was sporting the clean look.

TheWeeOne (age 5) and I were channel surfing and saw a mid 90’s TV show of Tarzan

She asked
Is that a girl?
No!
Why is his hair so long?
He’s Tarzan, he doesn’t have any scissors! (but apparently he does have a ray-zor and a waxing kit)
She paused for a few minutes and regarded this ape-man and then said
Hm, I like it…
(looking over at my bald head)
…you should do it.
OK!
I agreed and didn’t cut my hair one time; until yesterday.
It was interesting to note how it modified some of my self-perceptions.
Sometimes I felt scuzzy and sometimes I felt like I didn’t have a care in the world.
I didn’t analyze how I might have been treated differently but I’m sure there were lots of subtle differences.
A lady recently asked me on the street ‘You gotta cigarette?’.
It was certainly difficult to power through some of the bad-hair months between 6-10 and I’ve haven’t used THAT much shampoo in a decade.
I really don’t like the maintenance effort involved.
Pony-tails hurt your scalp and I woke myself up sometimes when I roll over on my hair in the night.
TheMommy REALLY didn’t like the look.
and
Right now? My head is cold.















