I guess you might call me a former hippie wannabe. I didn't have the hair for it until I left home, and that caused me some grief on the home front with my stepfather. It took a long time to get him to understand that he no longer controlled my life nor had any say in my appearance. Even then, he never respected me for us to ever develop anything that resembled a father/son relationship. We never had a bond anyway, so no, it didn't hurt my feelings any at all. He was hard on me, and if there's anything I did learn from him, it was how NOT to treat children and teenagers. I believe in being strict, but he went WAY beyond the limits many times, including making me keep a Navy regulation haircut the entire time I was in high school in the early-mid 70's, when NO ONE had short hair. It caused me a lot of grief and certainly squelched any hopes of being cool, let alone being a hippie in high school. Going off to college and becoming my own man didn't help our relationship a bit, especially when I showed up with hair halfway down my back.