I just had a flashback to high school graduation, where I had my mother put my hair in cornrows so that my hairstyle would look nothing like the other brown girls. There were a couple of incidents where one, in particular, would come out with a hairstyle that mimicked mine and I got so fed-up that by graduation day, I decided that I had to have the last word on the matter.
Nobody else had cornrows, by the way. That was the first and last time that I ever wore them, on purpose (it was my own choice). But, I did find my graduation more satisfying because of it (plus, the choir sang the graduation song and I had a solo, so it was kind of like “in your face” to the copycat; this moment is all mine. I know, “petty”. But, it felt great).