For years, Boyd and I have disagreed about the appropriate length for his hair. He likes it short, in what feels to me like a whisper longer than five-o-clock shadow. I prefer a little more length, just enough that it officially it announces itself as hair rather than a trick of the light. While I appreciate that it’s his head and therefore technically his business, one could argue that the marriage contract officially makes it a shared head. Recently, when I was bothering him about it, he drew the following explanation for why he wants to shave his head.
Boyd one, Sam zero.