I’m going to let you in on a little secret: bald men dread the holiday season. They might not outwardly show it, but inside them squeaks a tiny voice of festive terror.
I’m speaking from personal experience here. This Christmas will be the third since I finally summoned the courage to scrape the embarrassingly threadbare fluff from the top of my scalp and announce myself to the world as bald. For the most part, I’m fine with it. But I swear to God, nothing gets the cortisol pumping like knowing that someone is going to buy you a gift.
