This reminds me of a story:
The summer before my dads senior year of high school, he went on a cross-country road trip with some friends. He planned to be back just in time for the start of fall football practice. On the last night of the trip, one of his teammates called the motel they were staying at and told him, “hey man, coach is requiring everyone to come to practice on Monday with a buzz cut. He’ll send you home if you show up with long hair.” This was Southern California in the 70s, so my dad has been growing his long surfer locks for close to four years at this point. He knew his coach though, a former marine and notorious hard ass, had complained endlessly about the trend of men growing their hair long and had even blamed the teams failure in the playoffs the previous season on having a “team full of surfer boy pansies.”
My dad took the warning seriously, and on their way home the next day, he stopped by a barbershop and got himself a high and tight. It was devastating, but he didn’t want to lose his senior year over a hairstyle. He could always grow it back out after the season.
When he arrived at practice the next day, he realized he’d been had. No such rule had been made. He was the only one with a short haircut. Everyone else was still sporting their long locks.
Clearly, my dads rights had been violated. He should have sued.