Hi,
if you are over 45 you may remember the Clairol ad "Does she, or doesn't she? Only her hairdresser knows for sure". It was a brilliant campaign that ran for years. Since I don't colour my hair any more, Clairol is not the issue. Having hair is.
Since my head surgery, a little over three years ago, I have chosen to remain 'the bald chick'. It has it's advantages. No more beauty salon trips, to say nothing of the cost savings. No more bad hair days, unless I let the stubble get a little unruly. No need for shampoos, clips, blow dryers, sprays, gels, head bands, brushes, combs, bobbles or even a bobby pin. On the down side: I get some weird comments on occasion when I forget to keep my head covered. It's bloody cold to be bald in February. I don't know how men do it without a multitude of hats and scarves. It does require a prosthetic hair covering (better known as a wig) when a formal event just won't work with a cocktail dress and a shiny scalp as your entrance ensemble. For the most part I have become very used to not seeing myself with a head of hair. Travis Tritt said it best when he sang "honey, I don't care, I ain't in love with your hair.... and if it all fell out, I'd love you anyway...". Marshall has never once cared about my bald status, except that mine is by choice and his is natural.
I have been considering trying to grow my hair out recently. I have a surgical patch on my head that will never grow any hair, ever again. It's rather large and on the back of my skull, off to one side. If I had thick, luxurious locks like my sister I'd give the 'comb-over look' a try, but I'm afraid that my skinny, straight, fine, limp hair is just not going to do the job. Should I even bother to try and grow my hair out? I'm not sure I want to bother. It's been great for three years of low maintenance for my head decor. I have amassed a fabulous collection of head paraphernalia from hats to scarves in every shape and colour. My life has been extended by at least 3 extra days worth of time since I don't have anything to blow dry (you do the math). I get told that my bald head 'suits me', what ever that means. Since Telle Savalas has died how many other bald sex symbols are around? It's a tough job but someone has to do it.
I think I have talked myself out of growing in a head of hair again. It will take too long. I'll need to replace all the hair grooming crap I've tossed and don't miss. Who will stand up for the rights of women to be bald like the guys if I cave in? Someone has to prove that bald is beautiful, even if it's a short Jewish broad. Telle would have approved, I think?
Who loves ya' baby?
xox
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