I used to have no opinion about womens hair loss.  Actually, that’s not completely true.  I thought it was funny before, but in an abstract, absurd way.  No female I had ever known had lost her hair, though a couple had actually shaved their heads bald.  Their hair grew back though.  I never really expected to meet a bald woman who had lost all her hair.  I remember when I was younger meeting a friend of my parents that was a woman with a mustache, or at least that what it looked like to my 5-year old mind.  Then I dated Jamie for a while.  I always thought something looked odd about her hair and she always, always wore a hat.  When I finally went over to her place, she got on the phone with her parents and ended up talking to them out on the fire escape for an hour while smoking a cigarette.  With nothing to watch on TV, I got up and wandered around.  I wasn’t going through her things, just walking through her place.  And in her closet, I found stacks and stacks of wigs.  I didn’t understand at first, but then I saw a picture of her in all her bald glory up on her mantelpiece.  But what scared me the most was the artificial leg I saw sticking up out of the umbrella stand in the corner.  I ran out right there and then and never looked back.