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In one episode of the sitcom Seinfeld, George dated and claimed to have fallen in love with a bald woman named Georgina.
Jerry couldn’t believe his ears and yelled, “How could you possibly love a bald woman?”
“Since when was love about looks?” responded George.
“It’s always been about looks!” shouted Jerry.
Given that my fiancée, Cheryl Carvery, prefers to keep her head shaved bald because she lost a significant amount of the hair on her head due to alopecia areata, sometimes I wonder how I would respond to someone who thinks like Jerry.
Fortunately, the closest I’ve come to having to do so was at my parents’ home last year. Cheryl and I were visiting them and, after one of my close relatives saw her, she immediately pulled me aside and asked with quite a look of befuddlement, “Is she bald?”
I assumed that my relative could see the obvious and was really concerned about whether Cheryl had a more serious disease like cancer. So I calmly assured her, “Yes, she’s bald, but she doesn’t have cancer. She just likes to look like me!”
My relative laughed and looked like she was truly relieved.
All jokes aside, I wouldn’t find it amusing at all if someone like the TV character Jerry Seinfeld questioned me about dating a bald woman; not because the question he raised is intimidating – it’s not -- but because it’s an ignorant, insensitive, and insulting question.
Like far too many people in far too many societies, Jerry not only assumed that there’s some indissoluble link between locks and love, but also between the amount and arrangement of hair on a woman’s head and the degree to which she is attractive.
In other words, Jerry could not believe his friend George was dating the bald Georgina because bald women simply were ugly and unlovable in Jerry’s eyes.
I don’t fault people like Jerry for having their own dating preferences and the like. This is fine with me. However, I do fault them for attempting to foist their preferences on others.
Physical beauty is in the eyes of each beholder, which means I find it perfectly acceptable that what’s pulchritudinous to one person may be petrifying to another, and vice versa. Nevertheless, I don’t believe anyone should be made to feel as though their eyes are blind or should be gouged out because they do not behold beauty the way someone else or the dominant culture does.
Therefore, to the Jerry Seinfelds of the world I say that I can and do love and adore a beautiful bald woman -- not a woman who is beautiful despite being bald! -- because this simply is my choice. In my opinion, having the least concern about the presence or absence of hair on her head would be to me much ado about absolutely nothing.
Besides, a woman’s hair is not her “glory,” a sure sign that she’s competent or healthy, or a dead giveaway that her mind and spirit are as beautiful as someone might deem her hair and outward appearance to be. Regardless of the mythical significance humans arbitrarily attach to hair, it’s just hair. No more and no less.