A word on bald folks.
Now, not to be discriminatory against certain groups of individuals (as I generally am not), but I feel the need to bring something up:
Earlier today, whilst I was at work, a gentleman walked through the door and asked if we were hiring. I explained we were not but that we always accept applications, and proceeded to hand him an application to fill out.
As the gentleman sat and filled out the paperwork, I noticed that he hadn't a hair on his head. This struck me as odd (not that he should be bald), but that I suddenly felt a bit standoffish toward him.
Thinking back on it, I fear this has something to do with my slight dislike for the Superman villain, Lex Luthor.
As I child I recall pouring over various DC comics and coming across the Kryptonian's epic battles of wits with the mastermind himself, and what stood out most to me was, well, the fact that Lex is a baldy. So, perhaps that knee-jerk reaction to seeing a bald fellow stroll into the clinic has its roots in my childhood dislike of Lex Luthor.
Another great irony is the obvious fact I am dating a bald guy. Yep. We can all sit and ponder over that one a while for all its great Freudian mystery. Luckily, this fellow behaves nothing like the DC supervillian. If he did, I'd probably be struggling to escape the crushing blow of a killer robot, or else feeling rather like a used pawn in some existential chess game. This is not to say I do not trust him-quite the opposite. It's just that, initially, I've had this unexplainable mistrust of men completely devoid of head hair. Up until now.
Thanks, Lex.
Case in point: Gina doesn't trust baldies.
Hoooo-ah.
Earlier today, whilst I was at work, a gentleman walked through the door and asked if we were hiring. I explained we were not but that we always accept applications, and proceeded to hand him an application to fill out.
As the gentleman sat and filled out the paperwork, I noticed that he hadn't a hair on his head. This struck me as odd (not that he should be bald), but that I suddenly felt a bit standoffish toward him.
Thinking back on it, I fear this has something to do with my slight dislike for the Superman villain, Lex Luthor.
As I child I recall pouring over various DC comics and coming across the Kryptonian's epic battles of wits with the mastermind himself, and what stood out most to me was, well, the fact that Lex is a baldy. So, perhaps that knee-jerk reaction to seeing a bald fellow stroll into the clinic has its roots in my childhood dislike of Lex Luthor.
Another great irony is the obvious fact I am dating a bald guy. Yep. We can all sit and ponder over that one a while for all its great Freudian mystery. Luckily, this fellow behaves nothing like the DC supervillian. If he did, I'd probably be struggling to escape the crushing blow of a killer robot, or else feeling rather like a used pawn in some existential chess game. This is not to say I do not trust him-quite the opposite. It's just that, initially, I've had this unexplainable mistrust of men completely devoid of head hair. Up until now.
Thanks, Lex.
Case in point: Gina doesn't trust baldies.
Hoooo-ah.