The Power of Hair (and Why Mine is Holding On for Dear Life)
Let’s talk about something powerful.
Something dramatic.
Something that has caused identity crises, bathroom breakdowns, and the occasional overuse of mousse.
Hair.
Yes, hair. That magical stuff that sits on our heads like a personal weather vane of emotional stability.
Your hair knows when you're thriving… and when you’ve been eating cereal for dinner five nights in a row.
Now let me make something very clear:
I have a full head of hair.
Still here. Still loyal. Still hanging on like it’s on a reality show finale.
And let me tell you right now—I would look absolutely terrible bald.
Not cute. Not rugged. Not sleek.
We’re talking full-on moon with craters, uncooked biscuit dough, why is it bumpy?! energy.
Some people go bald and suddenly look like an action hero.
Me? I’d look like a peeled kiwi in therapy.
But let’s back up.
Hair is more than just hair. It’s your mood ring.
It tells people who you were in 2007.
It says “I’m doing great” or “I gave up and this is where we are now.”
And throughout your life, you go through phases.
The gelled helmet look that could withstand a natural disaster.
The faux hawk era, because we all went through a confused punk/business casual phase.
The mid-life grow out attempt that ends in panic.
The emotional bang trim you instantly regret but swear was “just a change.”
But here’s the real hero in this whole journey:
Your hair stylist.
That’s not just a service provider.
That is your therapist, hype person, and emergency life coach with scissors.
They know your trauma. They know your scalp.
They’ve seen you cry, laugh, and say, “Let’s just do something different” with tears in your eyes.
And let me say this loud for the people in the back:
You do not break up with your hair stylist lightly.
You don’t ghost them.
You don’t cheat on them unless you're out of state, out of options, and willing to lie about it when you come crawling back.
Because that’s a bond forged in heat protectant and root touch-ups.
That’s loyalty.
That’s trust.
That’s knowing someone has seen your hair at its worst and still said, “I got you.”
So yes—hair is dramatic.
Hair is moody.
Hair is a full-blown personality.
But also—hair is power.
And if you’re lucky enough to still have yours, love it. Style it. Moisturize it.
And thank your stylist like they hold the secrets to your social survival.
Because they probably do.
Until next time, keep the part straight, the ends trimmed, and never—never—cancel your stylist last minute.
– Dr. Nick (Follicularly Fortunate and Emotionally Dependent on His Hairdresser)
