G, you're such a cutey pie. Bald or hairy, you're my gal.
I have issues with hair. I don't know why. When I was young, I saw a movie called "Caged." It was a prison movie and the woman had her head forcefully shaved. I almost vomited. Really. The good news is that I still have a lot of hair per square inch even though I'm closer to 60 than any other zero birthday (thank you Grandma genes), and only my temples are grey. I also wear it as long as it will grow. Almost always have.
Men, whatever. Fifteen minutes after I meet one, I forget what he looks like, and his "rap" is all I know. Funny and/or smart beat out whatever deficits in looks every time. I had a lover once that was so homely that my mother called us Beauty and the Beast. But man, could he talk. Not that bald is a deficit, but if it were, I wouldn't know it once the man started talking.
"Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine