I had drinks with my best friend last night. He’s in his early fifties and, for charity, he shaved his head. Completely. He’s bald.
Jon has had the same haircut since I have known him (actually I’ve noticed that about men; most of them settle on a hairstyle when they’re about 14 and then stick with it for the rest of their lives).
It’s a perfectly good haircut. I’ve aways thought he was handsome and I still do.
So imagine my surprise when I liked the bald look. Actually, I loved it. It suits him. He looks younger.
Makes you think how many other things we settle on and then never question.
Makes you wonder what would happen if we branched out.