June 22, 2009 in Chios, Greece.
It has been half a year since I shaved my head. My feelings about it have varied a lot during that time, but the reasons I did it never changed. A lot of people have asked about it, so here they are, in no particular order:
1. The experience. I had never shaved my head before, but I always loved the soft prickliness of short buzzed hair. I wanted to do it once, before I had a job where I might have to worry about appearances, etc. I couldn't imagine living my whole life not knowing what it's like to have a shaved head.
2. A social experiment. I wanted to see how people would treat me differently when I did not look conventionally attractive. The kind of people I like to have as friends are not the kind of people who care one way or the other how your hair looks. This seemed like a good way to sort people out.
3. The personal challenge. It wasn't that easy to look so different, to lose something I certainly enjoyed. I wanted to see how I responded to looking less conventional, too.
4. The detachment from material/physical things. My hair is long and lovely and naturally blond and I wanted to be able to let it all go. I also noticed that as I started thinking about doing it, I felt a sort of hesitation or reluctance inside and I realized I was a little attached to my hair, and a little vain about it. I wanted to let that go, too.
5. Donation. Along with my friend Tracy, we donated the hair to Locks of Love.
That covers most of it, I guess. That's enough anyway, right?
1. The experience. I had never shaved my head before, but I always loved the soft prickliness of short buzzed hair. I wanted to do it once, before I had a job where I might have to worry about appearances, etc. I couldn't imagine living my whole life not knowing what it's like to have a shaved head.
2. A social experiment. I wanted to see how people would treat me differently when I did not look conventionally attractive. The kind of people I like to have as friends are not the kind of people who care one way or the other how your hair looks. This seemed like a good way to sort people out.
3. The personal challenge. It wasn't that easy to look so different, to lose something I certainly enjoyed. I wanted to see how I responded to looking less conventional, too.
4. The detachment from material/physical things. My hair is long and lovely and naturally blond and I wanted to be able to let it all go. I also noticed that as I started thinking about doing it, I felt a sort of hesitation or reluctance inside and I realized I was a little attached to my hair, and a little vain about it. I wanted to let that go, too.
5. Donation. Along with my friend Tracy, we donated the hair to Locks of Love.
That covers most of it, I guess. That's enough anyway, right?
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