Ok, I’ll admit it; I have a little…er, all right, a lot less hair than I used to have. It is the curse of Jenkins men for many generations for which my mother’s side of the coin has absolutely no culpability. It’s not that I have been in denial— I have noted the reflection in the mirror for a long time— nor have I been compelled by vanity or insecurity to do anything about it. It has, however, recently become a more glaring deficiency that has raised a philosophical question: Should I focus on my hair or on my scalp?
You see, photographs still evidence a thin, but extant covering of properly combed follicles to one degree or another, depending on where in the haircutting cycle it was taken. But my recent endeavors into the world of Vloging, such as the Principle Moment example in my media files, have revealed a lot more of the scalp option than the hair. Suddenly I find myself adjusting the lighting in my office to lessen the predominance of my forehead’s protrusion, editing the contrast settings of the camera, tilting my head in a favorable direction to maximize the visual awareness of my dark brown and graying locks.
Indeed, there is a certain vein of vanity that runs though me, and seeing that my genetics have given me the shaft, I have to make a decision at this New Year’s emergence: which part of the proverbial glass I am going to focus on? I cannot say for sure which way I will go, but one thing in certain—regardless of my choice, it is still only half the glass.