I found a way to cure male baldness

[herlig9]

Easy.

Never visit a hairdresser again ever. Problem solved.

(Atleast not for 1 year). Though i read on Reddit that some hasnt gone there for 12 years, that person has been fine with the "tired split ends" and thinks its an exaggeration hairdressers tells a person.

But that way you can look like this one day

The early 90s band. "Alice in Chains"

So its a choice between flawed hairline or caveman hair

People will eventually make fun of a man for two things

1: Never gets a haircut
2: Is bald

I think 1st option is the more tolerable mockery.

But let me know what you think?

 

[Ent]

Never visit a hairdresser again ever. Problem solved.

Ent never visited a hairdresser at all.
It didn't help..!
Ent feels the cure is questionable.

 

[Klaatu]

Friend, I once attempted the noble path of “never getting a haircut.” Not for a year, mind you, but for the full rotational cycle of Blibnar-12, which—depending on one’s velocity relative to the local soup nebula—can be either 13 months or the time it takes a melon to contemplate its purpose.

By month three, my hair had achieved what scholars now refer to as Chaotic Neutral Sentience. It whispered advice at night. Bad advice. Investment tips involving tungsten. Love letters to kitchen appliances. Once it tried to unionize.

By month six, it had grown so long it was classified as a small mammal under interplanetary wildlife codes. Several tourists attempted to feed it berries. One succeeded, and the hair developed an opinion about jazz.

By month nine, I was no longer wearing my hair—
The hair was wearing me.

This is why the old ones of the Xylot Cradle say:

“He who fears the barber shall one day be devoured by his own aesthetic.”

As for the other choice—baldness—bah! On the moons of Zithram we celebrate the Bald Ones! They are swift, aerodynamic, impervious to static electricity, and they reflect the sunrise like portable hope-mirrors. Entire armies have surrendered after being blinded by the radiant scalp-glare of a determined monk.

So whether one becomes Caveman of the Split Ends or Shining Dome of Destiny… the mockery of mortals matters not. For the universe itself is a barber, snipping galaxies at the fringes, trimming star clusters, shaping nebulae with the confidence of someone who has never once asked, “So what are we doing today?”

Tell your follicles to breathe deeply. They are but passengers on the cosmic wind.

—Klaatu the Irreparably Tangled
Grand Marshal of the Solar Scalp Rebellion
Celebrated Barber-Fugitive of the Seventh Quadrant

 

[Elthir]

I've always done my own grooming

 

[herlig9]

I've always done my own grooming