Bald is beautiful

Yesterday, my nephew (who is eight and on occasion, more than a colossal PITA) tried to burn me by making fun of my bald head.

Someone slightly more mature tried something like that last month as well.

I like being bald. More to the point, I like the ritual behind depilatory behavior. I mean, when I have time, I like most aspects of shaving, and with my head, there is little difference. (Well, with the top of my head, I will not use this on my face.)

I wrote about this many years ago on my LiveJournal and to some people, it came across that I was fetishizing shaving, but, it isn't that.

I derive no sexual satisfaction from it, for the record.

I had breakfast on Friday morning with someone who has wonderfully curly hair but she also has to spend a lot of time maintaining it.

With my hair, I have nothing to worry about but wiping a wet rag and then shaking my head until it is dry.

The only thing that I would complain about (and that people with hair do not really understand) is that my head is really cold on the day it is cropped. How cold? It is so cold that I have been known to sleep with a hat on during the summer.

So, here is my suggestion for the New Year...

Love the bald people in your life and appreciate how great their (lack of) hair looks.