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Jan. 6th, 2013 01:47 amIf one more fat, greasy bald guy stares at me I am going to go all ass kicking psycho on them!
Seriously.
For the record, my lack of hair does not bother me. I am not hiding my head, I hate hats, always have, even more so now that they catch on the little bits of stubble I have left and snag and pull and rub at over sensitive skin. I still go shopping and make eye contact with people as they pass. I actually go out of my way to smile at the other women at the cancer clinic who have lost their hair. Especially the ones who are obviously self conscious about it. They are the ones who have a big hat on or a scarf not just wrapped around their head but in layers down around thier neck and draped over their shoulders. They duck away when you look in their direction and will not look up. I like that they stand up a little straighter when I smile, like maybe they are seeing that this bald thing is okay and they don't have to hide if they don't want to. I understand how they feel. That first pass over my head, as horrible as the little bit of hair I had left looked, was hard! I chickened out three times before I just took a deep breath and said "Screw it, it is only hair. It will grow back."
I am okay with the looks. I am okay with the glances. I understand it is not common for women to have a shaved head and I am okay with people taking a second glance before moving on. And that is all most do. Just a look and move on.
But these men, I am not sure men is the word, it is very juvenile behaviour. Let's call them beer-gut, balding, douche nuggets. You know the ones. The last time they did more than lift beer from arm of couch to face was sometime in middle school football and that was several decades ago. All they have left for hair is that little wreath at the back of their head which they are desperately trying to hang on to if for no other reason than to cover the glare of their greasy, unbathed scalp with a bad attempt at a comb over. Yeah, them.
These B-GBDN's don't just look. They stare until I am out of visual range again. And along with the stare comes the scowl. The condescending scowl one nose wrinkle away from an outright sneer. These guys piss me off.
It has been theorized they are jealous because I look better with no hair than they do with that sad little patch they are clinging too. I don't think that is what is really going on. The vibe is very much that I do not measure up to their standard of "beauty". That my lack of hair makes me somehow less than what a woman should be. It is unfortunate that they think their opinion matters to me. I do not need to quantify my self worth based on the opinions of others and certainly not the opinion of those who are obviously bogged down in binary stereotypes.
For now I have simply been arching a brow and staring back, but I can feel the snapping point coming. The day will come when my response is to laugh and say "Glad to not meet your approval. Saves me the time of having to shoot you down because, really, if you think you ever had a chance, hair or not, you are a sad, pathetic delusional little man. Emphasis on the little. A tiny brain is not the only tiny thing you are packing."
Unfortunately, I have the horrible suspicion they won't get it and I will be wasting my breath. It is still going to happen though on the off chance that someone else present will get it and might get a chuckle out of explaining it to them.
Seriously.
For the record, my lack of hair does not bother me. I am not hiding my head, I hate hats, always have, even more so now that they catch on the little bits of stubble I have left and snag and pull and rub at over sensitive skin. I still go shopping and make eye contact with people as they pass. I actually go out of my way to smile at the other women at the cancer clinic who have lost their hair. Especially the ones who are obviously self conscious about it. They are the ones who have a big hat on or a scarf not just wrapped around their head but in layers down around thier neck and draped over their shoulders. They duck away when you look in their direction and will not look up. I like that they stand up a little straighter when I smile, like maybe they are seeing that this bald thing is okay and they don't have to hide if they don't want to. I understand how they feel. That first pass over my head, as horrible as the little bit of hair I had left looked, was hard! I chickened out three times before I just took a deep breath and said "Screw it, it is only hair. It will grow back."
I am okay with the looks. I am okay with the glances. I understand it is not common for women to have a shaved head and I am okay with people taking a second glance before moving on. And that is all most do. Just a look and move on.
But these men, I am not sure men is the word, it is very juvenile behaviour. Let's call them beer-gut, balding, douche nuggets. You know the ones. The last time they did more than lift beer from arm of couch to face was sometime in middle school football and that was several decades ago. All they have left for hair is that little wreath at the back of their head which they are desperately trying to hang on to if for no other reason than to cover the glare of their greasy, unbathed scalp with a bad attempt at a comb over. Yeah, them.
These B-GBDN's don't just look. They stare until I am out of visual range again. And along with the stare comes the scowl. The condescending scowl one nose wrinkle away from an outright sneer. These guys piss me off.
It has been theorized they are jealous because I look better with no hair than they do with that sad little patch they are clinging too. I don't think that is what is really going on. The vibe is very much that I do not measure up to their standard of "beauty". That my lack of hair makes me somehow less than what a woman should be. It is unfortunate that they think their opinion matters to me. I do not need to quantify my self worth based on the opinions of others and certainly not the opinion of those who are obviously bogged down in binary stereotypes.
For now I have simply been arching a brow and staring back, but I can feel the snapping point coming. The day will come when my response is to laugh and say "Glad to not meet your approval. Saves me the time of having to shoot you down because, really, if you think you ever had a chance, hair or not, you are a sad, pathetic delusional little man. Emphasis on the little. A tiny brain is not the only tiny thing you are packing."
Unfortunately, I have the horrible suspicion they won't get it and I will be wasting my breath. It is still going to happen though on the off chance that someone else present will get it and might get a chuckle out of explaining it to them.
