Be careful how you get your hair cut. If it is a little too high and tight it could cause the obsessed members of the mainstream media to call you a "fascist" or "white nationalist." Such was the case with Eric Trump who recently got buzzed a a little too tight to pass political scrutiny by Esquire magazine.
When you look at his haircut, you will wonder what all the fuss is about. It is not that high nor even that tight. In fact, it is a haircut style favored by millions of men yet Esquire (and other liberal outlets) detect nascent fascism as you can see in a laughable June 26 hit piece by Chistine Flammia titled, Eric Trump's New Haircut Is a Little Too 'White Nationalist' for Comfort:
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This week in political style news, Eric Trump got a haircut. It's bad.
But it's not just bad because he styled it firmly away from his face, creating a severe forehead arc. And it's not just bad because he used a handful of motor oil to slick it back like some bad Elvis impersonator. It's bad because it looks eerily similar to the preferred cut of famed white nationalist Richard Spencer.
"Eerily similar" in they that they both have haircuts.
We've talked about this haircut before. It's called the high-and-tight. And, while popular in Hollywood and hipster circles lately, it has more of a connection to Nazism than many guys feel comfortable with in Donald Trump's America—one in which virulent white nationalism has far too much of a foothold in non-fringe circles.
In the 1930s and '40s, the Hitler Youth wore the 'do in propaganda posters. Richard Spencer loves it almost as much as he loves alt-right propaganda. Because nothing screams hair inspo like fascism! Did Baby Trump No. 3 miss this part of grooming culture? Who approved this haircut? They should've told him this cut doesn't work on his face shape. They should have warned him about the optics.
Or maybe nobody "warned him about the optics" because they thought nobody could be absurd enough to read something sinister into a very common hair style which, btw, is not high-and-tight as the author hallucinated herself into seeing.
Perhaps the hair obsessed Flammia should consult with Samantha Bee on this topic. Her hair obsession silliness ended up boomeranging on her bigtime when she found out that the haircut of one of her targets had nothing to do with imagined fascism.