We can at least rule out that it was hair, since hair is a mammal thing. But, it could be modified feathers. They may have even developed primitive shampoo and even shampoo commercials where they wash their hair in a waterfall. Those aren’t necessarily mammal only, like actual hair.
Maybe it’s feathers, maybe it’s Maybelline.
Especially Therapoda (including T-Rex) often had feathers, so…
Chuckled loudly, but couldn’t resist checking its veracity:
Why are fossilized hairs so rare?
“[…] The rarity might be explained by feathers and hair containing different types of the protein keratin, which may impact the likelihood of fossilization. However, the study notes that the lack of hair samples could have nothing to do with fossilization, and be explained by the collecting behavior of paleontologists, with a single feather usually being much easier to identify than a single hair. […]” —https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2017/09/170907142722.htm
✍︎ arscyni.cc: modernity ∝ nature.
Those dino-hair stylists knew what they were doing. I wonder why we haven’t found parts of huge hair dryers though. 🤔
the absence of evidence for CFC’s points to their lack of hairspray tho.
So it’d be really frizzy dino hair.
Yeah probably super humid then too
dino salons must have been working overtime.
I now want a version of the barbershop movies cast entirely with dinosaurs.
that would be trippy as balls.
L’Oréasaurus
I choose to believe they had mullets
pterodactyls most certainly had bangs
Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s Pleistocene
Pretty sure some had afros.
Hell yeah!
Dinosaurs had feathers. These guys are related to birds after all. For all we know, they had glorious peacock-like shiny feathers
AFAIK we only found proof that smaller species and juvenile dinos had feathers, but we haven’t found proof that adult big animals were feathered. So, maybe baby T-Rex looked like a 🦚, but grandpa 🦖 was bald? Well, it’s a grandpa after all and most grandpas are bald. QED.
uhm achkckchshually hair does fossilize
Karensaurus
So we move to LA. My father gets a job at the Palm Restaurant. My Uncle Junior works there who was a Jehovah’s Witness, believe it or not. He went from Catholic to Jehovah. So basically, my grandmother wanted us all to switch from Catholic to Jehovah, you know? Meanwhile, we’re from Harlem; my father’s doing coke, you know; my mother thinks she’s Ann Margaret; she’s teasing her hair with a bottle of vodka, you know; so dysfunctional, cross-addicted family, still cooking pasta on Sundays… Um, and uh, and the meatballs, they- they wind up being burnt, you know? It just got so dysfunctional. It got pretty bad.
do we know how long medieval peasant’s hair was?
Hey a little off topic but i suggest taking a look in All Yesterdays and All Your Yesterdays
And all tomorrows
