Laughing it up in Very Rural Iowa. Taking my turn along with a dozen other volunteers, I sat in a folding chair and submitted my crowning glory to a public-spirited beautician. Ten minutes later, I was staring at hamster-sized clumps of my graying hair and running my hands over my prickly scalp. Suddenly, I was a Bald Woman. So why did I shave my head? Feature of my head to be feminine.