Confession of a bald man: I had no idea how important hair is to women.
I was still living with my parents when my barber told me she noticed I had male-pattern baldness. My mom, who had a full head of hair at the time, took me to doctor after doctor to look into possible treatments for male-pattern baldness. Once on Propecia and Rogaine, I realized that I didn’t care if I lost my hair. Those treatments were such a pain. Propecia wasn’t too bad but had some adverse side effects. Rogaine was a nightmare! Having to massage that oily mess into my hair twice a day was far from a top priority for me. Instead, I cut my hair as short as possible and quit with any and all treatment. When it finally got to the point that I had nothing on top, I began shaving my head.
Losing my hair was not that big of a deal for me. If anything, the image of a bald man seemed increasingly popular. It wasn’t until my mom lost her hair that I realized how important hair is to women, how differently they relate to their hair than we men. I was confused by my mom’s emotional meltdown over her hair loss, given hair loss was so insignificant in my own life. I even looked at my hair loss as a blessing—less money on shampoo, hair cuts, and hair products, and less time messing with it. Mom, on the other hand, was a mess.
Mom seemed to have lost a part of herself. I did feel that it was unfair the way people seemed not to pay any attention to my baldness but could not look at my mom without double takes and looks of pity based on the assumption she was sick.
Fortunately, Mom is quick on her feet. She wasted little time in turning her misfortune into a positive. She now looks more beautiful than ever in her Beau Beaus, and I love her more with each passing day because she is a role model on how to handle follicular adversity.
Do you have any bald heroes in your life? Why do you think male baldness is so acceptable while female baldness is equated with illness?
Sean Paul, bald son of Susan Beausang, 4Women.com