A Quick Test: How Many of These Are You Doing?

You volunteer to take the group photo. Every time. You've framed this to yourself as generosity, as you being the easygoing one who doesn't need to be in the shot. It is not generosity. The camera, from where everyone else is standing, points slightly down at the top of your head, and somewhere along the line you made the executive decision that the world does not require that footage.

You have a good side. Not for your face. For your head. You can walk into a restaurant and locate, within about two seconds, the one seat where the ceiling light isn't directly overhead, with the speed and instinct other men reserve for finding the exit in a fire.

There's a hat in your car. It is, you maintain, for the sun. You have reached for that hat to walk into a Denny's. At nine in the evening. There is no sun inside a Denny's. There is, however, lighting that comes straight down, and your hand knows the difference even when your mouth won't admit it.

You tell your barber "just a little shorter on top," every visit, a little shorter than the last, and you call this a style choice, the way a man on a slowly sinking ship might describe the situation as "getting a bit more nautical."

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These are the kinds of photos men were comparing at home.

No studio shoot, no perfect lighting. Just the awkward camera angles men actually use when they are trying to decide if anything changed.

You've started doing the casual hand-through-the-hair, except it's not casual and it's not styling, it's a headcount. You've checked the drain. You've checked the pillow. You have, on at least one occasion, angled the bathroom mirror to use the second mirror to see the back of your own head, like a man inspecting his own roof for storm damage. You do not count. (You count.)

And here's an advanced one, for the truly committed: you have developed a strange, intense interest in other men's hairlines. You can spot a transplant across a parking lot. You've quietly assessed your friends' fathers. You watch the actors your age and you are not watching the movie.

I know all of these intimately, because I did all of them, for about six years, while telling anyone who asked that it genuinely did not bother me. That was a lie, and not even a good one. It bothered me in that particular underground way men aren't allowed to talk about, because a man fretting over his hair is supposed to be a punchline, so you swallow it, and it just sits there in your chest getting heavier and quieter.

But all of those are just symptoms. There's one more, and it's the real one, and it's the only one I actually want to argue with.

Somewhere along the way, you decided it was over. Done. Hair's going, hair's gone, close the file, the only dignified move left is to order the clippers and "embrace it." I had that one locked in. I was, frankly, smug about it. Realistic, I called it.

That's the one that turned out to be wrong, and being wrong about it for six years is mildly humiliating in retrospect.

Here's what I eventually learned, and I'll keep the biology brief because neither of us is here for a lecture: when hair thins like this, the follicle usually doesn't actually die. It goes quiet. It sits there, still alive, producing finer and finer hair until you can barely see it, but it has not packed up and left. There's a review through the U.S. National Library of Medicine that describes this kind of loss as potentially reversible, specifically because the follicle and its stem cells tend to survive. ^[1] I read that and felt personally insulted, given how confidently I had been planning the funeral.

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A real box, single-use ampoules, and a routine simple enough to keep doing.

So, against six years of carefully cultivated indifference, I tried something. It's a topical from Nordic Biolabs. You rub it into a dry scalp in the morning, five days on, two off, and it is deeply, almost insultingly unexciting to use, which I've since decided is a point in its favor. The exciting ones, the ones with the dramatic promises and the countdown timers, are usually the ones running a scam. Boring is reassuring. Boring suggests they expect you to still be a customer in three months and would prefer you not be furious.

Let me save you the suspense and skip the entire before-and-after genre, because I find it as tedious as you do. It is slow. You will see nothing for weeks, and the first thing you notice won't be glorious new hair, it'll be less old hair where you didn't want it, which is a genuinely strange thing to feel encouraged by but there you are. It does not turn you twenty-five. If a man on the internet promises to turn you twenty-five, close the tab and keep your money.

What it did, in my case, was unspectacular and real. Some fine new growth along the front you could only catch in the right light at first. The crown filling in slowly enough that I mostly noticed it by realizing I'd stopped doing the things on the list above. I didn't choose the seat anymore. I forgot where the hat was.

And the reason I was willing to even start, the thing that got past my defenses, was that there's a money-back guarantee, a few months long. Which meant the deal was essentially this: try it, and if it does nothing, go right back to being smugly, confidently wrong about your hair, for free. As a man with an established track record of being wrong about exactly this, that was an offer I could accept with my pride intact.

It didn't do nothing. That's about as poetic as I'm willing to get in public.

So look. If you scored more than two on the test up there, and we both know you did, you've already known all of this for a while. You've just been very, very busy taking everyone else's photo. The clippers will still be in the drawer in a few months if it comes to that. Maybe try the boring thing first.

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