Yesterday, I embraced electively bald. Went to the Supercuts and had them buzz most of it off. Oddly, still had to answer the "square or round" question about the back that I thought this decision superceded. Sadly, my just-joined-the-marines look wasn't quite right, so last night Jill helped me go the rest of the way. I tried to convince others in the house to join me, but had no takers. Thinking of shaving the orange cat, but can you force solidarity? Plus, he would likely scratch me to death.
My biggest worry was that I would look like an alien from Mars Attacks! I think the look is much more Lex Luthor than crazed alien. When I told my brother I was heading to elective bald, he sent me a meme of Telly Savales saying "who loves you, baby?" What I love about that is that no matter how old I am feeling right now, the act of sending me a Kojak Meme shows that Stacy is even older.
I have met moles I never knew existed. And realized that I need a bit of time in the sun for my really really incredibly white head. Thinking of keeping the bald and growing a bushy beard to embrace my inner Austin hipster. Though there is no way I could do that, and if I have an inner anything, it's an old Jew kvetching. Oy vey.
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