January 9, 2012


 In the flood of light against the yellow wall, the face and shoulders of a stranger - a fierce, bald, a very bald man glared at me from the glass. He in no way resembled me.  I told myself that I was tired, that I must not judge these men who  for the price of a ride submitted me to the swamps of their fantasy lives. They showed me something that all men have but seldom bring to the surface, since most men have hair over their skulls. At this time, D was picking up rides from balding males off of the highway. They asked him various question regarding his sex life and asking stereotypical question about a bald man's sexual activity. D had to realize that these men would never ask him such questions in the day, but only in the private time in those cars. D realized as well that every bald man was different from the inside than what his actions showed on the outside.

"I have never been more moved by a non-fiction book since “A Million Little Pieces” by James Frey. "
Blogger Dense Milt decided, in 2012, to risk his life in the shadowy world of male pattern baldness to investigate what life was like for balding men in the days when the “b” word was used as lightly as “the.”
His goal to be an objective observer was blown almost immediately. By using what he called his medication and the love of good hair stylist, he  exposed  enough of his skull to be considered a Bald Man. Already sympathizing with the people still considered 2nd class citizens at the time, Milt (a 53 year old with a full head of hair) emotionally became a bald man. He experienced what it was like to be on the receiving end of the “hate stare,” being pushed to the front of the line, walking tens of blocks to use a “bald” bathroom, and others. No normally haired  person, no matter how sympathetic to the plight of bald men in their early fifty to sixties, could understand what it was like to be oppressed and hairless for life.
For six weeks Milt traveled the back country of roads of New York's Catskill Mountains and suffered the treatment from the hirsute young of the day that was a daily occurrence for a bald man in 2011. He began his journey by stopping at a hair salon several times in his natural disposition and then in character. The stylist who ran the salon was delighted when he, Milt revealed himself and with his help Mr. Milt was smoothly embedded in the Bald community. He learned how balding men were kept by women for their money, and how they said they "loved to rub the skull." 
He immediately discovered that his common beliefs about 'baldys" were absolutely false. In fact he found them to be very little different from the average beautiful person with hair.
It’s also interesting that Balding North Americans are referred to as “Society of Skulls” , or simply as "SOS" dozens of times throughout the book. The epilogue is almost as interesting as the journal that makes up the book. Mr. Milt was rocked by the response to the series of articles he wrote on the subject of baldness  and other than a few personal attacks the response was positive. He became an active go-between for bald and non-balding community leaders all over the country, even working with Howie Mandel, who asked him to wash his hands. He continued to fight the good fight beside his brothers, both bald and non-bald to work toward equality. This book will make you search your soul no matter what the color of your skull is. And if this review does anything, I hope it makes you run, not walk, to my contest featuring this book and for those who don’t win, run to the library or bookstore to GET THIS BOOK.
It should be required reading for EVERY North American over the age of Forty.

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