I’m not sure what our parents did when we were younger, but more than half of my friends from high school are now going bald. Was it from smoking grass? Free love? Nixonian politics? Whatever it was, we now have a freaky epidemic, from what I can humbly detect, where under-30 males are now thinning like crowds at a J-Lo movie.

1. The funniest thing you’ll see all day - No other explanation needed, just click. I promise it’s worth it.
2. Beauty & The Geek - Can I say that? Is that OK? No, I knew it wasn’t. Nonetheless, I’ve actually become invested in the DVR’d episodes that The Wife™ watches. Granted, I have to do other things around the house at the same time to counteract violent tendencies when some of them speak, but oh well. Go Nate!
3. The new air freshener in the office bathroom - I’m not sure if this is a comment on how sad my life is, or a self-pat on the back for noticing the small things each day. Either way, the fact that they changed the auto-dispensing deodorant in our otherwise deplorable ’70s era truckstop bathroom is a welcomed thing. Goodbye “Swampass & Lilacs,” hello “Barely Detectable Daisy!”
4. From Trophy Wife to Toxic Wife - A sad commentary on modern (albeit British in this case) culture. I find the male point of view atypical and nonconforming to the stereotype that I would have expected. A quick, sobering read. Thank God I found someone who is *so* not like this.
5. Sin City - Yes I’m going through a movie phase. It only took 26 years to manifest, thank you Netflix. I watched this Frank Miller adaptation this week and was blown away. If you were to bring a noir-style comic book to screen, I can’t imagine any other way to do it. Cinematically it is one of the more beautiful executions I’ve ever seen. The hyper-sexualization of characters and caricatured violence are excusable because of source material, and the stellar cast makes it all the more forgivable. Mickey Rourke is a total badass.

My own hair started down the Boulevard of Gray when I was nine and eventually came to an intersection with Receeding Hairline Road at about 23. How street analogies relate to hairlines, I haven’t figured out yet. One thing is clear though: Listen up hair! No more going backwards, got it? Stay put until otherwise told. I don’t care what the other guys are doing. But feel free to turn grey all you want. I don’t care about that.