friends have periodically suggested transplants, toupées and even weaves, and of course, adverts for countless miracle pills, oils and rubs have assailed me from nearly every men’s magazine or website I’ve ever looked at.Yet I’ve never been tempted by any of it. Since abandoning an expensive brand of hair-thickening shampoo in my mid-20s and fully embracing the pink rinse with a buzz cut, I’ve not only welcomed the wind on my scalp but followed a philosophy of radical bald-ism.
