Perhaps being tall is so advantageous because women cannot see the top of your head? This NYT piece suggests that balding is and perhaps should be[given the attitudes it presents] a confidence killer. I guess I was being real strategic when was in my late twenties to tie down woman since I would start, ahem, getting sun-burned up top as I turned 40.
I was faced with the clear evidence of joining the other 80 million Americans in the group of the increasingly hairless (that stat includes women) the first year I taught my big intro class. One of the students in the class video-taped one of the last classes of the term. I tend to walk back and forth while I lecture, and so she was able to tape the back of my head. I could not deny then the reality that there was a bunch of flesh where hair used to be.
And how have I responded? Drugs? No. Plugs, nyet. I don't even obsess about it. The lack of hair is conveniently located in a place that I rarely see. I mostly notice it in winter time where hats itch more than they used to do so. I started wearing a bandana while playing ultimate very, very early in my career, so I have not had to change what I wear in summer. I have resisted buying one of those sprays (as displayed by Beau Bridges in Fabulous Baker Boys).*
Perhaps I can do so, as the article suggests, because I am married. If I were to become single, would the first step be changing my hair status quo? Nope, it would be shaving my beard, which has increasingly gray. I didn't need the five stages of grief to deal with my hair loss. Just a good sense of humor and the luck that my old hairstyle has the effect of a combover so I can deny combing over. That and the fact that the man I have respected the longest has been bald for as long as I have known him. Of course, he has a snazzy mustache, so perhaps that does the trick.
* We forget about that scene because everything Michelle Pfeiffer does in that movie erases all that came earlier. Yowza. I mean, whoopee! I am speaking, of course, of her singing.