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It's not about function, or convenience. It's not even about subtlety, conformity or ethnicity.
It's an endless series of styling products, applied by ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and hipsters.
Hair, and its vast consumption of human time, has become a rational, well-oiled business transaction.
Hair has changed.
Stylist-having males carry Stylist-branded products, use Stylist-branded combs.
Microparticles inside their follicles enhance and regulate their style.
Genetic control.. Information control.. Emotion control.. Hair control.
Everything is styled and kept under control.
Hair has changed.
The age of subtlety is now the age of flamboyance, averting catastrophe from humidity.
And he who controls the hair, controls history.
Hair has changed.
When the style is under total control, hair becomes routine.