While out today, I decided to get my hair cut. It was gettin’ (sing that Crosby, Stills & Nash song, brown boy) kinda long! So after I had my dose of coffee fueled goodness at CCD (which was so empty today, compared to the crowd I usually see on Sunday late mornings) & before I went to get a couple of books and then drink some vodka with my lunch, I went to Mama Mia hair cutting salon. I enjoy going to this neat salon off Chitoor Road and they usually do a great job, even though they are a tad bit too expensive.
So I had my longish locks cut short and it feels much better. The balding spot isn’t getting any better but then I have resigned myself to the inevitable fate of going bald. If I grow my hair longer, I can just about cover the spot on the back of my head but I’m not fooling anyone, least of all myself. So I accept my fate of male pattern baldness – damn this fucking existence. I then bought a copy of Michael Crichton’s Sphere & a copy of John Grisham’s The Partner. In the latter book, I was reading an interrogation scene in which before they place electrodes on certain parts of the guy being interrogated, they use an electric razor on his chest, thighs & groin area. As I read it, I feel like shaving my entire body as I hate body hair.
Why the fuck do I lose hair on my head, where it belongs, but be able to grow them on my arms, legs, groin & armpits? Do they serve any purpose? Is it beautiful? NO, yuck! I don’t know why we need hair all over. I am jealous of those male porn stars who are completely hairless (shaved) on the body. And Chinese guys who usually have very body hair. Why must I have body hair? If I shaved all my body hair and stuck it I could have really long hair on my head a la hair metal bands of the 80s! Not as bad as George The Animal Steele or Anil Kapoor.
I think that you know you are no longer a kid when you start losing hair on your head and start growing it more in places that you don’t want hair! Like arms, legs, groin, pits & ears! Yuck, yuck, yuck.