THIS ARTICLE IS WRITTEN TO REDRESS THE CONTENT OF MY ARTICLE ON BALD WOMEN TITLED…”WOMEN?…I’M SO SURE’. THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT WHICH WAS PART OF THAT ARTICLE, IS THE PORTION OF THAT ARTICLE I AM REDRESSING:
[ Basic fact of the matter is – there is ‘nothing new under the sun’… And that ‘nothing new’ includes “bald head women”. So, bald women are with us now because they have always been with us. We need to address this fact as it really is, so that it can be dealt with effectively. ] I must admit that under the pressure of emotional energy, I allowed myself to be swooshed up into a rant of sorts on the issue of ‘women not being given social acceptance as men are because they are bald (no matter the reason). Women being bald and unacceptable was a real matter of concern for me on an upfront and personal basis.
Having experienced the real episode of what I call -‘HAPPY THE CLOWN’- type of hair loss, I experienced the real fear, anguish, humiliation, and the dehumanizing sensation of being bald. I experienced the magnitude of the de-sexualization of my ‘being’ as a woman. All of these experiences were mine because I was without the Totally Glorifying Element of HAIR- MY CROWN.
Can You hear me weep, Can you feel me shiver, can you see my mouth opened wide with the scream that filled its cavern. For shame, for shame. I can still experience the pain, the confusion…
Every time I see a woman without her hair I look for her eyes. They speak, they cannot lie. If she is grieved by the loss I feel my spirit embrace her to support her need. If she is emboldened by the event I am enlivened by her rebellion. I feel free.
MY half bald head experience endured for six month to a year and the patchy baldness was my ball and chain for the next 6 years. I became a recluse, I lost a lot of my real self, the who that I am. I had had so much hair all my life that hair was the one thing that was not an issue for me. I had had my hair blond, red head, dread locked, coifed, curled, permed, straightened, afro-d, braided. But now I was ‘Happy the Clown’. When I told the county court clerk that I looked like Happy the Clown he broke out into a full belly laugh. Then he quickly controlled himself while repeatedly apologizing for the outburst. I was in tears. I was attempting to file a case against the salon responsible for the loss of my hair. I don’t remember if I filled the form or not. I don’t remember when I left the clerks desk that day or how I got home. I just remembered taking the scarf off my now half naked head, dropping to the floor and crying my self to sleep.
There may be some understanding of how I got so emotional while writing the original article. There maybe some understanding of why I crossed some lines and blurred others. But as a writer I cannot ignore my professional responsibility and error. This article was not submitted as a fictional work but rather as a commentary on the status of the unacceptable status of women who have lost their hair.
The presence of bald women has not always been with us openly and a woman with no hair has historically been the action of some religious ceremonial action or a form of punishment or social rejection.. So you see, I was not oblivious. It was just an article I did not bother to break the item down to its base line carried away on an emotional roller coaster, out of control…I’m so sure