Finally got my hair cut. The Mrs. has always been, at best, tolerant of my really nerdy impression of Conan.But a few weeks ago she said, quite seriously, that more or less I'm losing hair from traction baldness. Either she honed her delivery to really put the fear of god into me, or she really believed it.
Turning 45, I had to decided which would win, the vanity from having long hair or the vanity from losing all my hair. Well, ever since I learned what a skullet is, obviously I'm going to try and save what I got.
She finally cut it all off on my birthday. Donated the ponytail to wigs for kids. I don't know what kid with cancer needs black, grey, and some white hair with and uneven amount of waviness in it, but there it is.
Now I just look like any other asian-ish man with short hair. I could be an accountant, or, a ... dentist? Certainly not the rebel programmer ideal I have in my mind. I look like someone you could easily copy and paste into a news segment where they ask the respectable public what THEY think of the latest bypass, or tax increase. The kind of person who has strong feelings about marginal tax rates and current water tables and not, say, the fact we never get to see Wolverine in his super rad brown and orange suit.
Honestly the one thing I worried about the most is how my kids would react. They've grown up with a dad with long hair. Owlet, in particular, is pretty conservative about change. She once got upset when we gave away a ghetto blaster we had in her room, that we NEVER used, but that she always saw. Owl Jr.was worried more about my general state of aging and decay. Why would I be balding?
They both adjusted well to the change, or have hidden their horror well. Either way, a win in my book! Not getting a skullet, maybe a bigger win. Now if I could just bend your ear a bit about this gondola line they are proposing to put in....
PS I've told the kids finally about this blog, this might be the first post they've ever read from me,if so, HI OWLET! HI OWL JR.!