Since my time working on the Dean campaign, my hair has been thinning. I've been noticing myself patting my bangs forward, which has annoyed me to no end; I dispise transparent combovers. I was on propecia for a little while, which worked but caused a lot of stress and cost a lot of money (it makes a small minority of men impotent, imagine spending two months holding your breath at the onset of any hanky panky). This summer I met a very successful, local restaurantor and was shaken to see him sweating from under a really bad toupee.
I figured that I might as well face this sucker "head on" and see if I have the skull to fully commit to being a bald man. I figured that new year's would be a good time to do it since it's the traditional time to do such things and it would give me ample time to grow what little hair I have left before I opened the wine bar or became a father.
Laura did the honors and settled on a 3/8" setting on the trimmer (trimer for my beard and the dog). Josh was there to help with the mirror, the camera and to give good color commentary as Laura trimmed away "oh yeah man, with the front of your head intact you can still pull off the art school student 'do if you stopped now."
And the results? I personally dig it, my wife thinks I look hot (whew) and I don't have any wierd scars or bumps under all that. Aside from doing it in the dead of winter and having to wear a warm hat everywhere, it's been great.