It's not as boring as it sounds. (Or maybe it is, I'll leave that decision up to you.)

You see this?

To you, it may just look like a super sexy 'do messy, unkempt mop of filth. But to me, it means so much more. *Oh cripes, he's getting sentimental about his hair. What's next? Confessing his love for that longbow in the corner?* To me, it represents a fifteen-year battle with my parents. I've always liked long hair. I think it looks good on me. My parents, however, seem to loathe the idea of a man with long hair. Perhaps it was because they thought a guy with long hair would turn out gay. (My family isn't exactly friendly to the gay community.) So, up until this year, they would always force me to cut my hair WAY too short. However, this year, I seem to have won the battle. Maybe they just gave up because they were tired of fighting. Perhaps, because of my Brony-ness, they have concluded that I'm gay and with that conclusion in their minds, simply "accepted" that fact and let me do whatever I want with my hair. (I'm not trying to come off as homophobic here, I'm not the one who has a problem with homosexuals, it's the rest of my family that does.) Regardless, I'm glad I finally won the battle, so if nothing else, I don't have my parents breathing down my neck every five seconds: "GET A HAIRCUT! YOU'RE HAIR'S TOO LONG! IT LOOKS BAD! GET IT CUT, RIGHT NOW!"

(Oh yeah, and as a sidenote, the maximum allowed length for men's hair at McDonald's is just above the collar. My hair currently reaches far enough below the collar that it's nearly touching my shoulders. )