Much like a tattoo of a teardrop on your face or your very own episode of A&E's 'Biography,' your haircut let's a person know a lot about you. Sure, it may be a bit like racism to judge someone based solely on their haircut but how else would you know not to get in the car with an Asian if it weren't for broad assumptions based on antiquated stereotypes? That's what I thought. Now, let's make a statement with hair.

The All-American: Hey there, pal! I don't know your name but that won't stop me from smiling like we've known each other our whole lives. What's that you say? Why yes, I did play football in high school. How did you know? I guess I'm easy to read, but not on the field; I was an All American QB! Don't get me wrong, I'm not all smiles, handshakes and how-ya-doing's, I get mad sometimes. I sure does P me O when people curse in front of the elderly: G-darn, shoot, fork, I hate them all. Oh, and it really bakes my bread when people litter in the dormitory; hey guys, we all live here! I also don't like when girls say no to me: I'm a winner, I take what I want whether or not she says OK. Yup, that's little ol' me!