The beauty of baldness

Carl Trueman celebrates baldness amid "the extended adolesence of the Western male":

. . . baldness is . . . a great gift from the Lord, in that it imposes a certain dignity on the aging process by cutting off the various less dignified options (e.g., ponytails, which shouldn’t be sported by anyone over 30; and mullets which, frankly, should not be sported by anyone, anywhere, anytime. Period.). Of course, there are those, even Christians, who fight against this divinely-imposed dignity. Dreadful toupees abound in the church, along with frightful transplants, and the ubiquitous `comb-over’ or `sweep.’ The latter seems predicated on the false notion that, if you have six hairs to stretch across the barren landscape of your otherwise shiny pate, nobody will notice that you have gone completely bald. Or perhaps there is a belief somewhere that, in the country of the bald, the one-haired man is king. Come on, gents, parade your baldness with pride and accept the dignity which your divinely-imposed hair loss brings with it.

This brings me to my serious point: what is it with ministers and Christian leaders who seem to feel a compulsive need to talk about youth culture all the time and to adopt the styles of self-obsessed teenagers in order to demonstrate how `relevant’ their ministries are and how hidebound everybody else’s are. . . .

Go around looking like a pony-tailed and soul-patched metrosexual if you must, but bear in mind that you achieve the double whammy of making yourself a laughing stock to your peers and an embarrassment to your children.

Dr. Trueman's conclusions on this condition are brilliant. Please read (and thanks to Theologica for the link).