Poinson frontman Brett Michaels -- who most people know really only as the guyliner rocker trying to find love on tv (not the least bit unoriginal) and most recently among the cast of apprentices sitting in Donald Trump's boardroom (which i can promise you is not only not Donald's real boardroom but probably a set which was constructed inside the confines of a tv studio, sorry to disappoint) -- is never ever seen without one of his many bandanas. which kind of look like hipped up hospital bandages. like the kind one would wrap around their head after taking a nasty face plant on concrete.
of course i couldn't just leave this issue alone, and had to commit myself to a full blown unnecessary time wasting google search to get to the bottom of such a head wrap. like is he bald? does he have dandriff which no amount of head-n-shoulders can cure? did he really face plant once upon a time and is now hiding a massive scar which he thinks might frighten small children?
in an interview publicized by the Washington Post, Brett gives the most anticlimactic answer of all time:
Nothing to hide; it has just become my thing over the years.
so i guess by "your thing" you mean insane amounts of sweat and itching, not to mention what must be a horrific smell, much like that of a broken arm that has been sitting inside a plaster cast for 8 weeks.
to each his own . . .
2 comments:
gross, gross, gross!!!! are those little braid things part of the whole bandana getup too? Cause those are just wicked awesome! Gosh, he needs a makeover...
Well done my dear. Well done.
it's just gross. i think the braids are a result of some sleezy vacay in jamaica.
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