There are many reasons for thin or missing hair. Disease and the treatment of disease can cause hair loss and those people, including many friends at one time or another, have my full sympathy and understanding. Male-pattern baldness can actually end up looking pretty good and when it doesn’t I can give my rich, full locks a shake and giggle behind their backs at my genetic superiority, which is always a personal joy. My objection is with those men who voluntarily show me their scalps. Sorry, guys, but that collection of lumps, moles, and scars is only interesting to chaetophobic phrenologists.
Case in point: I know a guy who has a large surgery scar, like a misplaced lobotomy scar, on the back of his head. He could grow his hair out a smidgen and cover it up. He could shave his head and, while still grossing me out for all of the above reasons, the scar could blend in with all the other frights a guy has on his head. But no, he has chosen a crew cut, shorter than required by the military, which, with his black hair and the ghastly white scar, leaves a two-inch C carved in the back of his head like some early-nineties rapper.
Guys, especially white guys, grow your hair out some. Nobody wants to see your scalp and you end up looking like one of those models of attractiveness, Curly, Uncle Fester, or Vin Diesel. Gaaaak!
Aren’t guys who suffer from male pattern baldness possessed of more than their fair share of testosterone? Therfore being more virile than those with full heads of hair?
I’m asking (NOT telling) because that’s what I’ve heard over the years, so don’t anyone DARE yell “cite!”
I feel for you, drop, that you have become inexorably glued to this gentleman’s scalp, or at least the back of his head, and that you are unable to so much as blink to avoid what must be the largest scourge to fester upon this society since Paula Cole dared to go more than a week without removing all hair (and semblance thereof) from beneath her arms.
Hey! I was stuck staring at it because he was in front of me at church (maybe I should add “un-Christian” to the list in the thread title) and I’m sufficiently closeted, I mean, hetero to not look any lower.
Usually the citation rules are relaxed in the Pit, though I am sure that some killjoy who spends too long in GQ will visit to tell you how wrong you are. Anyway, testosterone level is not the only measure of a man, or else my mother in law would be butcher than me. Which she isn’t, thank God. Her daughter, though, may be another story.
So it was a scar C on the back of a guy’s head in Church…
How do you know it wasn’t on purpose because he loves Christ’s Christian Church and is Compelled to show it in that way? Huh?
Dropzone, are your eyes and head immovable ?
If so, I’m truly sorry for your handicap.
If not, STFU and move those fantastically movable eyes away from the scar/hairstyle and look at something else.
When my husband gets his hair cut, he has them take out the clippers and similarly buzz his hair around the sides and in back (top is trimmed short but not buzzed), except that I suspect it’s just a bit longer than the “offender” in the OP. Similarly, a scar that he has on the back of his head - earned when he fell on some slipperly pond rocks as a teen - will show for perhaps a week until the hair grows sufficiently. One coworker of his freaked out over how disgusting she thought it was, and the rest just laughed at her.
At any rate, my husband gets his hair cut that way because it looks good, and because then he doesn’t have to return for the next haircut as quickly if it’s cut that short.
(in a whiney voice, as if that weren’t implied by all of my other posts, oh, ever) But looking forward make me seem like I’m actually paying attention and prevents elbows in my ribs from my wife!
I am a bald man. Shaved bald.
I did not decide to be bald. God decided I would be bald. I just embraced it. I figure it’s better to be bald than balding. I will not go through life with the Friar Tuck hair-do and would rather shoot myself than attempt the ultra-lame combover.
If anyone has a problem with my scalp, they may avert their eyes.
Man, given what I understand about the scenery at your church, how did you end up sitting behind some bald guy?
And his wife is built like me. 
But he’s NOT bald. Bald I could get all politely condescending about. Dude’s got a full head of hair but, for some unfathomable reason, chooses to keep it short enough for me to see his permanent initial.
I used to shave my head up to the crown, thereby displaying the wicked long scar that starts 3" above my left ear and curves down to the back of my head. (head + baseball bat + 16 thick stitches = nasty scar) I can’t tell you how many comments I got on it–positive ones, that is. Guys would come up and rub my fuzzies and ask how it happened and did it hurt, etc. I got more than one date out of that scar, and I actually miss seeing it since I’ve grown my hair back in.
Point being–scars are cool! Maybe the dude you sat behind digs his scar like I dug mine. Scar pride!
(sigh) 440 views and just a few mild disagreements. Has it come to this: does nobody take me seriously anymore?
I used to have to sit behind a guy (in a college class) who literally had hemisphere shaped craters in the skin on his neck. Sometimes they spanned over each other, or were connected by little bridges of skin. I assume they were caused by acne, because he had it pretty bad back there too.
No, I couldn’t move to another seat.
It was the grossest thing I have ever had to experience on a daily basis.
I feel your pain, dropzone.