I have had a great life surrounded by great people. One of my best friends name is Karin. Unfortunately for Karin she suffered from female baldness. I only have one other friend who was bald her name is Rachel. All through college she kept her head shaved with a Bik.  It wasn’t because she was a Nazi, or racist, or a skinhead.  Rachel was the type of girl that liked to do things out of the norm, and in our college days, shaving one’s head was only for the boys. Now she lives in Chicago on the North side and has a great job as a professor at DePaul. She regrets her styling decisions in college. The only real case of female baldness that I have encountered was at Irish-Fest in Milwaukee. I loved Irish-Fest. It was a time to relax and let loose with one of the greatest cultures in the world. My father and I were dancing and a bald woman walked up and hugged my father, she apparently worked in his office with him. She was not only bald but she was growing what looked like a mustache.  My father treated her like any other woman and has since said nothing about it. I decided it would be best not to ask considering there might be some sort of medical reasoning behind it all. Moreover, I was really young so I had no idea how to ask or even what to say.  I was too young to understand life at the time.