How to avoid Hat Head in a post apocalyptic bipolar climate. A life lesson tip to the vain.

So you’re cute. Cute to the bone. Outfit stellar cute, snow boots wedged and hair done did cute. The coat Off the Rack Saks Fifth Avenue steal, reduced from 750 to 109 cute. You look good. Now here’s the dilemma, it’s cold. Bone chilling, flesh smearing numb peeling like acid off your face and all you can think about is I don’t want hat head.

Hat head definition: “ upon removing your hat is that flat matted bowl thing left on your head after you spent hours coifing it to perfection.”

Black, white, kaleidoscope the hat head dread rages on. Unless of course you are bald, I mean absolutely bald.

The trick?

Well take a lesson from those among us who have defied the elements and found the answer. These are (you my brothers) the near bald but not quite. The men who have started the unmistakable hair loss journey. It’s not quite noticeable to most but in a few years no looking away apparent. These are the brave silent ones. You do not know them until Armageddon cold when you notice (thanks to my keen observation) they have indeed foresworn that a hat will never sit-eth on that head.

Why?

Hat head and the crushing destruction it causes in the wake of warmth!

Ok, so there are some fantastic hats out there and we are willing to deal with the consequences of what it does to a full on fro.

These poor soldiers however would rather die of frostbite than suffer the look of hat head shedding light on strands gone missing despite the newest in the defense of hair abandonment through illusions of hairspray and elephant gel.

Hathead is : Death by heat at one’s own hands. Hatacide.

Take heed my fellow partakers of life. There is you see a cure for hathead. It’s called frostbite.

(These views are not necessarily those of this blogger. It’s just my innocent bystander alter ego observation, on the secret quest for warmth amidst my vanity. Its called do I want to die or have bad hair?)

just a thought.