Not quite. But yesterday, I shaved my head. I have what might be a two or three day stubble, so it wasn't all gone, but pretty much gone.
If you've seen Unorthodox on Netflix, you'll remember the scene where the other married women are shaving the head of Esty and she's crying. That's not how it went down here.
I borrowed a shaver thing, put on the lowest plastic shaving guard, went out onto my deck, and went at it. As I was shaving, I had a moment of doubt. I'd just taken a huge swath from one side of my head, and I suddenly was filled with doubt. But at that point, I was pretty committed. I'd thought about shaving my head on and off for years, pretty much every summer. But I never did, because it seemed like... well, it would be weird going into a new class with a barely fuzzy head. Or something.
I was committed, but had a doubtful twist in my gut. And then I caught my reflection in the window and burst out laughing. The doubt didn't totally disappear, but it wasn't twisting in my gut. And I kept laughing. I cut what I thought was everything, and went inside to shower, and saw myself much better in the mirror, and realized I'd missed parts. So I went back and did more. Even so, at the end, I couldn't get all the little hairs behind my ears, so a friend helped. (We'd planned to go trash walking in a big park, so I took scissors and we violated social distancing for a few minutes. When I went to the park, I wore a hat, and when I took it off, she and I both laughed a lot. It was fun!)
So now my head's shaved, pretty much. It's a CoronaCut!
We're preparing for the possibility of teaching on line in fall, and it's not pretty. The students mostly don't like it, and neither do most professors. I think we all enjoy the human contact. And, whenever we get back to face to face, I imagine there will be a couple of weeks of really appreciating being there. (And then it will be back to normal, and we won't think about it quite that way.)