There’s only so long you can complain about an issue without doing something about it. For several years I’ve been bemoaning the ever-widening landing strips on my scalp. My hair’s so thin, even the invisible man couldn’t hide in there. When I point out the vast shiny spots, my girlfriends put on their sunglasses to block the glare and say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Your hair looks great.”
I finally decided to take my thin, receding hairline by the roots and find a solution.