It's what happens when a short, tubby man loses his hair.
He becomes desperate and increasingly embittered with each depressing morning: seeing more head hair than stubble in the sink after his morning shave.

Weeping with frustration, his only fleeting pleasure is to point his stubby finger at the misfortune of others, gaining a respite from self-loathing that lasts merely moments, before crashing back to shiny-pated earth with a disheartening bump.

It's quite funny, really.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 30 Aug 2011, 10:11, Reply)