From a dummy head expression

It was "Men's Consciousness-Raising and Location of Pycnogonida within the Chelicerata Night" again at the Old Entomologist. 'To shave or not to shave?' was the question. The debate was fraught with interruptions and the Taro-&-Quinoa Beer flowed like porridge water, until it ran out and the only drink left was Evangeline van Holsteren's "Men's Rights Advocaat" which she makes according to her own recipe that doesn't use eggs. And much was the raising of consciousness, with the exception of Evangeline's idiot boyfriend, who brought along a bag of dried grapes because he'd misread the invitation.

On one hand... by shaving our foreheads we are perpetuating unrealistic standards of male beauty imposed on us by the razor industry. What is objectively wrong with a naturally hirsute forehead, hairline down to the eyebrows as nature intended? And such as. It is a dispositive argument.

But on the other hand... if a bloke feels more intellectual and more enticing and more higher-self-esteemy by having his forehead depilated, it is his own business. We are not living in Imperial China with its sumptuary laws tying the maximum height of a scholar's scalp visibility to his success in the examinations! *

On the prehensile tail, a shaven forehead gives less purchase to moochers and parasites such as might cling to one's scalp in order to steal a free ride across the river. Also it removes any lingering doubt that one is a tanuki using his protean distensible scrotum as a head enhancer to pretend to a larger brain than one really has, i.e. "forging a head" as Keats would doubtless have observed.

* Pers. comm. Kai Lung story which I can't remember.