I do not know if there even is a country where the rat-tail hairstyle doesn’t exist but if you were born there, I cannot trust your understanding of the world as accurate. Seeing the haircut changes a person for the rest of their life and I can say, without hyperbole, that my childhood would not have been the same without the deep and profound effect the rat-tail had on my perception of reality. It doesn’t use some girly hair-tie, it needs a dirty rubber band. It can be free flowing or in a braid so tight that it can never be unbraided. My enemies had them,
my friends had them and two of my teachers had them. I even think I remember one of the Presidents in the early 1990s having one. President Dusty, right?
It doesn’t even matter. The point is that not a day goes by that I don’t look back fondly at the rat-tail. I may not have ever had one or thought they were in any way flattering, but it continues to be a source of never ending joy for me. If anyone wants to relive the good old days of BMX bikes, haircuts that don’t play by the rules and no-sleeve shirts, here is a seriously disturbing website that celebrates boys that still support the rat-tail lifestyle. I’m not sure if it is supposed to be funny, I am only sure that it is.