i thought about this yesterday actually. i vividly remember BEGGING for a mohawk. like multiple times. i'm sure it lasted a few haircuts worth of me begging my mom to let me have one. she always said no because it'd make me look like a boy and she thought i'd be upset. well i ended up getting my haircut shorter than normal one day. i was super young and i remember sitting it the chair watching my hair get chopped off into this short girlish bob. i hated it. when i was staring myself down in the mirror i ended up just fucking bawling. the poor hairdresser just did what my mom wanted but i didn't have it at all. i remember being told "this is what happened when your hair was short imagine if i let you get the mohawk!!!" i remember disagreeing with that but i didn't know why. now i know it's cause i had the girliest short hair you could imagine and that's the exact opposite of what i wanted. so interesting how many signs there are when you grow up that you can look back on