I’m looking for a book on hair loss, or more specifically, how to stop hair loss.
You can’t stop hair loss you can’t stop age you can’t stop death
>>25206825Shieeet is dat my mayne q in da big twenny twenny seex?
instead of that awful frizzy shit he's doing, just load that shit with pomade and comb it back italian style. say what u want about italians, they developed the best hack to go bald with dignity.
i have hair so thick it bogs down the barber's electric shears, but i shave my head anyway.
>>25206825Just have better genetics next time.
>>25206825Topical minoxodil and finasteride/dutasteride
>>25206838estrogen stops you from aging and makes you a pretty princess
Why does the simple biological inevitably of hairloss drive so many men absolutely fucking mad?
>>25206825How to Get Hair Plugs
>>25206886This and/or hold out for clascoterone
>>25206825Buzz. Cut. Now!
>>25206825Just take a fin tablet once every 2 days. Cost 10 bucks for a month supply. Balding in 2026 is literally a choice for the vast majority.
>>25206825remember when this guy made a response video for Sam Hyde after Sam Hyde make a response video for Elon Musk (neither got attention)?
>>25206920because woman make fun of us about it.stupid meanie women.
>>25206825This guy got mind broken by hairloss so badly that he is now known as "heatherpaedo" on /int/
>>25206825Not a /lit/ topic. But we'll ruthlessly make it one by turning this into a GREAT BALD CHARACTERS IN LITERATURE thread.Three to kick things off:— HUMPTY DUMPTY (LEWIS CARROLL, ‘ALICE THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS’)“And how exactly like an egg he is!” she said aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to fall.“It’s very provoking,” Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence, looking away from Alice as he spoke, “to be called an egg — Very!”“I said you looked like an egg, Sir,” Alice gently explained. “And some eggs are very pretty, you know” she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of a compliment.“Some people,” said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual, “have no more sense than a baby!” — SIR NIGEL LORING (ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, ‘THE WHITE COMPANY’)“A model truly! Wilt make a squire of squires. But tell me, I pray, canst curl hair?”“No, my lord, but I could learn.”“It is of import,” said he, “for I love to keep my hair well ordered, seeing that the weight of my helmet for thirty years hath in some degree frayed it upon the top.” He pulled off his velvet cap of maintenance as he spoke, and displayed a pate which was as bald as an egg, and shone bravely in the firelight. “You see,” said he, whisking round, and showing one little strip where a line of scattered hairs, like the last survivors in some fatal field, still barely held their own against the fate which had fallen upon their comrades; “these locks need some little oiling and curling, for I doubt not that if you look slantwise at my head, when the light is good, you will yourself perceive that there are places where the hair is sparse.”— JUDGE HOLDEN (CORMAC MCCARTHY, ‘BLOOD MERIDIAN’)The kid nodded. An enormous man dressed in an oilcloth slicker had entered the tent and removed his hat. He was bald as a stone and he had no trace of beard and he had no brows to his eyes nor lashes to them. He was close on to seven feet in height and he stood smoking a cigar even in this nomadic house of God and he seemed to have removed his hat only to chase the rain from it for now he put it on again.
