The year: 1995. I was hunched over my book, reading. Then one of the guys from our lab approached me from behind and exclaimed:
“Kathy, nakakalbo ka na.” (Kathy, you’re starting to go bald.)
I carelessly shrugged off the comment the way you would dust off dandruff from your shoulders. I have had super-thin fine hair for as long as I could remember. I wasn’t exactly blessed with glorious mane like my two wicked sisters. And I have this ahm…cowlick that looks like a gash right smack on top of my head. We call it puyo in Tagalog, I think. My “puyo” is so obvious, peeking through the barest amount of hair, that it makes me sort of look err…balding. Depends on which angle you’re looking. Not as bald as your Archbishop in your favorite church, but …you get the picture. Incidentally my puyo is conveniently hidden whenever I tie my hair into a ponytail.
Fast-forward to the year 2008. I just had my hair cut really short, not so much in anticipation of the hot and muggy summer season in Japan, but more because I had wanted to get rid of the lower portion of my hair which had dried out due to hair dye (that’s what you get for getting artificial colors! Arggh!). And anyway I wanted to try a new ‘do for a change. As a consequence, I couldn’t wear a ponytail anymore. My puyo is finally exposed in its full glory.
It wasn’t long before someone else said,”Kathy, nakakalbo ka na.” Then without batting an eyelash, added: “Ganon ba talaga ang mga doktor?” (Are doctors really like that?) Don’t you just love it when your true friends tell you exactly what they thought? 😉
Yes, my dear. Those of us who burn the midnight oil also manage to burn our hair all in the noble pursuit of knowledge. As we delve into the study of science and the universe, excruciatingly picking apart thread by thread the very fabric of our reality, we unconsciously pick out strands of our hair whilst in the grip of quasi-orgasmic ecstasy induced by our intellectual discoveries.
No, I don’t use that much shampoo. No, I don’t have falling hair. It’s just the way I am. Poor, follicularly-challenged me. What else can I do about it?
Me, balding? I think not. It’s…the…cowlick…I…tell…you.
The hell with it. Give me a wig, quick! ;^_^