Why Tom Hiddleston Did Not Make Me Shave My Head

Today I shaved my head. Or, I suppose more accurately a lovely stylist from a local salon did. Still, you get the gist of it.

I've wanted to participate in my local radio station's 'Shave to Save' for Breast Cancer research for years, but I was always too scared, and my workplace was always too corporate.
This year, though, I have a new job and new personal reasons. Now, this is not going to turn into one of those 'My -insert close relative/friend here- has cancer and I did it for/him her' pieces; all true, so no offence to anyone who may be offended. Cancer sucks and I see no real value in repeating it. Though...Cancer Sucks.

I did it because I wanted to. After speaking with my CEO and agreeing that the campaign in no way impeded the messaging of www.TheFashionHero.com it was decided that I could participate and the company would back me.  It was a great feeling, being supported by a company, and really, when I think about it, I don't think I've ever felt that way before.

Sometimes I think the Big Green made a game out of seeing how many times they could say no. Memorial plaque to my friend who died at 48 on their property? Denied; too upsetting for existing employees. Mitochondrial Disease Fund raising? Denied; they'd never heard of it, it could have been a scam. Below the Line? Denied; UNICEF is a corrupt organisation. [Hello Pot, meet Kettle]

So as an office we fund-raised, and as an office we took part in the shave; right down to the girl who decided to do my makeup at the last minute. It was a great feeling...the inner core of www.TheFashionHero.com working together for a common goal.

So, over donuts and coffee and jokes about the hardness of my head, we did it. As much as I'd like to spin this into yet another of my 'Tom Hiddleston makes me want to be a better me' pieces, I can't, because it simply isn't true. Tom Hiddleston did not make me shave my head.

Loki did.