I told my husband a couple of weeks back, after he told me one morning that I had a sort of "Nancy Pelosi thing going with your hair up there, baby," that I was going to shave my head bald. He didn't seem fazed at all by that prospect. It may have been a more appealing idea to him than a Pelosi-like do. (It just turned out very poufy and formally coiffed looking that particular morning.)

If I were brave enough, I would seriously consider shaving my head. I hate messing with my hair. But the latest follicular adventures of Britney Spears have made a shaved head seem like a less-than-appealing idea now. I've decided it's not a great look for women.