When local hair magnate Mario Russo told me that the coiffure informally known as “the mun” — or man bun — had crossed the Hudson River, snaked its way through Connecticut, and settled in Boston, I refused to believe him.
If hairstyles could fall under the category of invasive species, the mun certainly would fit the definition. Would the men of Boston really gather up their locks like a harried ballerina and pin it to the back of their heads? This, according to reports, was the case in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn last year. But we all know Williamsburg is a fantasy land filled with ironic applique vests and artisanal yogurt pops made from goat’s milk and sage.