You can’t play hockey with a bald spot, so I’m hanging up the skates.
Politics, where fat, bald, disagreeable men, unable to be candidates themselves, teach a president how to act on a public stage.
I consider myself someone who takes a lot of beauty risks, and I’ve realized what I liar I am. I change my hair a lot, from blue to blonde to bald, but I’m trying to branch out a little more with makeup.
One of my strongest memories is my father playing bongos in the living room in Detroit listening to Motown radio. He was this skinny white bald guy, but he was really moved by blues and Motown and funk.
If I am offered a character that demands me to go bald, I would definitely give it a thought. I love my hair, but if the script is that brilliant I would take up such roles.
I was excited to play a bald guy in ‘Ujda Chaman’ because I had seen the Kannada film ‘Ondu Motteya Kathe.’ I loved it, and I felt inspired. It was the kind of movie that I wanted to do. I thought this film was offering me a very different role and an opportunity to perform.
Tires were so bald on the truck that the air was showin’ through, and I had to drive fifty miles an hour all the way out there, because the vibration was so bad.
Bald is the new black!
We’re all born bald, baby.
Yes, Clay Matthews has a long, golden, Fabio-esque flowing mane that most women would chick-slap someone for. And yes, the shiny, beautiful, dark locks that cascade out of Troy Polamalu’s helmet are the envy of volume-challenged women and bald men everywhere. But do we need to talk about it incessantly?
My parents wouldn’t let me shave it earlier, so I made a PowerPoint presentation to convince them. I strategically put pictures of bald women in there.
When I was 41, I found a lump the size of a grape in my right breast. I ended up bald, sick and exhausted from surgeries, chemo and radiation treatments. Ah, but I got to live.
I think Rajinikanth is the biggest Indian star. While others do facelifts and wear wigs, he gets paid three times more than any Bollywood star and even gives interviews where he is bald!
Because I’m a bald, dim-witted writer, people think I couldn’t possibly be her husband, so they occasionally confuse me for someone more glamorous. At O’Hare airport, a man asked if he could take Rebecca’s photo. When I reflexively stepped away, he said, ‘No, no, no. I want your picture too, Andre Agassi.’
Women love a self-confident bald man.
Being bald is no fun.
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