I have to admit, I haven't given much serious thought to gender roles in recent years. But it irks me that hair — or lack thereof — matters so darn much.
After our head shaving adventure last month, Ray went back to work on Monday and didn't miss a beat. Colleagues who donated were of course excited to see his new look and hear all about the event, but strangers on the street didn't even look twice.
Me, on the other hand? For the three weeks I've been hiding behind a big blue button that reads, "Ask Me Why I'm Bald!" I've had to deal with the double-takes at the supermarket, in the car, never mind the business events.
It's been a real trade-off — loving the streamlined morning prep, but knowing it comes at a price the minute I walk out the door. Is she sick? Obnoxious? Gay? Attention-seeking? Making a radical statement? Suffering from head lice? On a reality show?
The psychology of this whole experience has been unexpectedly — and simultaneously — fascinating, exhausting, and aggravating. And yes, worth every minute of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment