And, while I’ve rarely heard my guy friends hint toward body shame in the past ten years, aside from beer-paunch and short-man jokes, I’ve been privy to quite a few hair-related discussions lately. The cocky acquaintance who looks a little deflated now that his once-self-heralded “panty-dropping ’fro” is more of a sparse, combed-forward Weird Al–like do. There’s the ex who’s suddenly, sheepishly sporting a military-style cap in every Instagram photo. For the past few years, the men in my life have been quietly melting down over their hair - or lack thereof.
