It's a goofy picture of me in my contact lens days back in medieval times, but this was me in my mid-20s, with long hair just like in the Broadway play, Hair!
For those of you young miscreants who weren't around in the 60s or 70s or whatever it was when Hair was all the rage, here are some of the lyrics to the song of the same name:
The accompanying YouTube vid has some hippy types mouthing the words to the original Cowsills song. Play it.
OK, so now at 51 and counting, this is my hair situation, recently brought home to me, in sensitive, revealing, simplicity, by my youngest brother Gerry and his camera...
As is obvious from the pic, I have in the past couple of years developed -- horrors to me -- that ugly thing called "male pattern baldness."
Not only am I losing the hair on the top of my head, as you can see, I'm also losing the hair at the front of my head. Any men who might be reading this may possibly understand.
Women, maybe not so much!
The point is, it's traumatizing!
As my muscle tone starts to fade due to age and my testosterone levels decrease, things are happening that are to say the very least, disturbing.
And my best buddy Homo Escapeons and I were joking about this recently.
While the hair on my head is falling out, I am sprouting hairs on my chest, in my ears, in my nose and on my eyebrows, apparently to make up the difference. Are they migrating there?
Or it's nature's way of laughing at me, in some cruel way. And what's THAT all about? Anyway, this all recently came more to the fore when I decided I needed to get my hair cut.
I avoided and avoided...why would I want to take away yet MORE of the precious stuff I'm losing, and make my problem more obvious?
But I took the plunge. And as you can see from the pix below, I'm not exactly enthused.
The hair stylist said despite my requests, she could not take all my sheared hair on the floor and reattach it permanently to my scalp.
I think I'll try Magic Cuts next time and see if they can wave their wands and, POOF!, all my hair will come back.