I hit Central Park this morning at 9:00am, for [Crossfit’s][] brutal monthly NYC group workout. Afterwards, over brunch at a nearby diner, one fellow athlete asked me what I could possibly use in my hair, to make it spike up stylishly even after an hour or two of sweaty abuse.

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My answer: nothing. When cut short enough (as it recently was, a few days back), my hair naturally stands up on its own. I do, on occasion, use pommade, but I do it solely to make the spiking look intentional. Even without it, Tintin has nothing on me.

Surveying my mane’s misbegotten past, I realize that it always seems to gravitate, naturally and pre-emptively, to whatever new ‘do is about to come into style. Bowl cut? Rat tail? Floppy eye-covering surfer shag? Yes, yes and yes – each time, my hair simply started self-arranging that way, even before the looks came (regrettably) into broader fashion.

Which, by now, leaves me blissfully zen when it comes to the future life of my locks. Though I’ve fortunately yet to start losing my hair, even if I did, I wouldn’t much worry; at that point, a Male Pattern Baldness craze would no doubt kick in, leaving my shiny pate – naturally, preemptively – in full haute coiffure style.