Racked talked to seven men about how they actually feel about baldness, and the last of those seven was moi:
I knew it was going to happen, of course; my dad was balding in his 30s, and for all I know it might have been sooner than that, since I was born the year he turned 26 and I had more immediate concerns than hereditary baldness. As it turns out, it was indeed hereditary: I don’t know if I got it worse than the others because I was the firstborn, but I did get it, and quickly. Things started getting sparse before I was 25; by 40, there wasn’t much left. I did not, however, take the usual steps to conceal my condition: no expensive drugs, no transplanted plugs, no squirrel fur glued to my head. It was, I decided, what it was, and while things seem to have quit receding for the moment, I’m way past 60 and no longer noticed by anyone, myself included.
I do not begrudge any of the other six. Or Sir Patrick Stewart, pictured at the top of the article.
Oh, and this:
Responses have been edited and condensed for clarity.
This was one of the few times in my life I apparently did not need editing.