Today, I ventured across the river (or under, rather) to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, in search of men wearing their hair in a bun. This was a work related jaunt, clearly. I donned my best JCrew-hipster clothing and put my hair in pigtail braids (I’m trying to make them the new topknot), bought some coffee and sat in a coffee shop. I didn’t see any man-buns though.
Hello? I Forgot My Mantra. 
Andrew Hunt wears a man-bun.
Does it count if I look like a man when I put my hair in a bun?
JK. I totally don’t.
The lady doth protest too much.