Don’t trust people with shaved heads as a rule. It’s like they have no soul. But worse because you can see their scalp.
The common theme is laziness. The excuse is supposed elegance. Exceptions made for those governed by necessary utility.
The Rare Case that trumps the rule completely is, those humans in possession of a beautiful skull.
“But it’s none of your business, buddy, what he does with his hair. It would be all right, in a way, if you thought his personal affectations were sort of funny. Or if you felt a tiny bit sorry for him for being insecure enough to give himself a little pathetic goddam glamour. But when you tell me about it — and I’m not fooling, now — you tell me about it as though his hair was a goddamn personal enemy of yours. That is not right — and you know it. If you’re going to to war against the System, just do your shooting like a nice, intelligent girl — because the enemy’s there, and not because you don’t like his hairdo or his goddam necktie.” ZOOEY, Franny and Zooey by JD Salinger
“— there’s nothing wrong in trying.” There was a slight pause. “You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddam sands run out on you every time you turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.” There was another, slighter pause. “I used to worry about that. I don’t worry about it very much any more. At least I’m still in love with Yorick’s skull. At least I always have time enough to stay in love with Yorick’s skull. I want an honorable goddam skull when I’m dead, buddy. I hanker after an honorable goddam skull like Yorick’s. And so do you, Franny Glass. So do you, so do you. … Ah, God, what’s the use of talking? You had the exact same goddam freakish upbringing I did, and if you don’t know by this time what kind of skull you want when you’re dead, and what you have to do to earn it —” ZOOEY, Franny and Zooey by JD Salinger
What kind of SKULL do you want? Until you figure it out… keep some fabulous hair, keep your brains warm.