We’ve seen Hollywood stars and pop idols like Jason Statham and Pitbull carry off the “bare” look impeccably. It’s something I’ve been playing with since I spotted a bald patch at the back of my head about two years ago. It triggered off a personal crisis of epic proportions. I found myself lost in thought regularly, wondering why this was happening to me. All that thinking didn’t help, though. It only made me lose more hair. The hair loss has slowed down, but I still keep my hair shorn short today.
I fully acknowledge that it was all my doing. I’d love to blame genetics or malnutrition but that wasn’t the case. I coloured and highlighted my hair every three months when I was in university, from natural blondes and browns to outrageous blues and greens. I’m paying off the bad karma I’ve built up after three years of scalp abuse. Oh, the price of vanity.
Looking at this, I realised that I will never be able to sport a mohawk again, or try that trendy coiffed haircut all the hipster boys are wearing now. But I don’t care. Not having luscious locks doesn’t make me less of a man. Imagine Vin Diesel with a blonde fringe swept across his face ala Justin Bieber. Not so fierce now, right?
Even the ladies are fine with guys who are follicle-challenged. A quick straw poll I conducted on my female friends showed that they love guys who are comfortable in their own skin, even if they’re balding, provided they’re well groomed.
I’ve got all that settled. I keep my scalp neat with a buzz cut every three weeks. I even accessorise my bare head with a three-day stubble. Just like your regular Bruce Willis.