The computer programming school I attended refused to give me a diploma unless I cut my hair even though I had the highest grades in the class; they said I didn’t present a professional image.
I wasn’t very concerned because I had already been offered a job when a teacher showed a recruiter (for a very conservative blue suit white shirt company) one of my projects. I was literally taken in the back door by the recruiter and set to work in a little out of the way office.
And then … one day in the elevator on the way to the cafeteria a very conservatively dressed man said to me “I’ve been seeing you around here. Do you mind if I ask what company you work for?” When I told him, he said “Is that so. I happen to be their Personnel Director and I am sure I never interviewed you. Be in my office at 2:00 PM.”
So began the battle. My department head wanted me, the Personnel Director didn’t. Offers of a raise, a bigger better office, a company car, a secretary, continuing education, etc., if I would only cut my hair (and wear the blue suit white shirt striped tie.) I began to understand why I had literally been taken in the back door … I had thought it was just a short-cut to my office.
So, figuring my civil liberties were being messed with, I called and made an appointment with the ACLU. The lawyer I met with had a medical condition; he did not have a single hair on his body, not so much as an eyelash. He was not sympathetic to my case and advised me to either get a haircut or get a different job; I changed jobs.
This took place in 1968 - 1969.
Fast forward several years, my hair was short (by personal choice) and I started working in casinos. I passed on a few job offers because I had a moustache; they are not permitted in a lot of casinos (and only one place in Vegas allows beards.) Eventually, I shaved the moustache (personal choice, not job pressure) and did work at some of the places where they are not permitted.
A short aside On Suing a Casino and Winning: At one time a certain casino decided that female dealers should wear short denim skirts; the male dealers wore jeans. Some of the females sued and won; a small fine was imposed and the casino continued to enforce the rule. The casino paid the fine repeatedly.
As for me, I’m retired now … haven’t had a haircut in four or five years. There is neither message nor moral here, only a story.