Why I cut my hair like a Beatle

My gender exploration, like all good breakups, starts with a new haircut

I grew up in a Beatles house. Like many of us with Boomer parents, the sound of Beatles music was an integral part of my childhood. Among his friends, my dad was the number one Beatles fan of anyone we knew. His fandom of the Beatles was his calling card and the impetus for countless Beatle-themed gifts. Much like someone who mentions that they like ponies once, will receive pony-themed gifts for the rest of their life, my dad received umbrellas, t-shirts, books, cds, mugs, DVDs of Beatles documentaries and by all accounts, each gift was welcome. 

As a young person, ever much her father’s child, I would encourage my sister and neighbor friend to play “Beatles,” where each of us would choose a member of the fab four, then sing-along or lip-sync as our character to their records. I would always choose Paul, the cute one. My neighbor chose John because she was cooler, and already more world weary than I was at 7 or 8. My sister got to choose from whoever was left- George and Ringo, who are both iconic in their own right, but didn’t hold the same level of star power as the Lennon-McCartney duo.

Disturbing AI-generated face swap image that does not look like me 😂 Source

I always loved the way the Beatles dressed with their mushroom tops of brown hair