Arimidex thinning hair

I took 1 month of accutane in 2018 and it was great while on it. Soon after stopping, the hair shedding began. I'm at probably 50% density if not less of what I had. Doctor diagnosed me with Tellogen Effluvium and won't even consider accutane to have been a cause though I told her it started right after the course.
I'm doing rosemary and coffee extract & shampoo, clean products, clean diet, exercise, vitamins, cryotherapy for scalp (which some years back temporarily stopped the shedding but now I'm not seeing the same results so maybe a coincidence), using Forcapil scalp spray. If I use any oil on my scalp I have to wash 2-3 times to be able to get rid of it and that just leaves me with even MORE shedding.
I'm young and I'm going bald, I want to cry. Have been looking into buying wigs but I don't want to be stuck wearing them it's uncomfortable. Is this permanent, has anybody recovered from this condition? It's even worse after any brief period of stress the shedding will only increase but that's unavoidable. How do I cope?

Hello, I (32F) am a South Asian girl (Type 4/5 with black hair) living in Germany. I have struggled with body hair and KP all my life. I got waxed very regularly back home and my hair has thinned out quite a bit, growth is slower than before but if I let it grow for 2-3 months, it looks exactly like it used to before I started getting waxed altogether. I get waxed once a month here (legs and underarms) but I am also super tired with my chin and face hair. I could get it waxed too but the costs all add up and I'm wondering if a permanent option is better. I've read many posts here and my understanding is that for my skin tone, Nd:YAG might work best. There are very few clinics in the city I live in which offer that (2-3) and their costs estimate is >4000 EUR for just face and legs (10 sessions iirc). I''m debating whether this will really be permanent or might still be a risky option considering hormones and just generally how laser might react to different body types. The techs here don't say much and just said it should work but can also happen that it won't?!
I'm wondering if epilation is a better solution for my face hair and to continue with waxing for legs as usual. Any south asian girls with experience here? Thank you!!

my mom really must be some sort of satanic creature. she goes through these periods of being the nicest woman in the world and then she just goes full blown evil and malicious for absolutely no reason. i don’t know if it’s a sort of mental illness or whatever but it’s so fucking draining not being able to predict her moods.
this morning i dressed up in some baggy flared jeans, a tight shirt and a cropped hoodie. i felt very confident in this, i normally would never be seen in a tight shirt because i’m so so so insecure about my belly area but these jeans i got really complimented my figure and hide my stomach which i really like.
well, to put it lightly, my mom did not agree. she told me that my outfit makes me look huge. she also told me that i need to lose weight and to weigh myself and that if my weight exceeded x amount then it’s a problem. she then began to touch my stomach in that sort “look at this” way. now obviously i assumed that every stranger was looking at me and how fat i am, even if there if no proof of that.
i just feel so sad right now. i’m 17 and can’t wait until i’m 18 so i can get the fuck out of this place but wow. i genuinely feel like killing myself sometimes. she is just so, so mean and evil. yesterday she went on a rant about how my hair is so thin because i always wash it and never put it in a ponytail when in reality my hair is thin because my dad was bald by the time he was 25 and my mom is starting to become bald too. it’s my genetics. also in middle school i religiously wore a ponytail/bun and it gave me a bit of a bald spot so that’s why i refuse to put my hair up now. and she yelled at me and she told me that if i started crying then she would stop the car right there and then and beat me. i just don’t understand how somebody can be so, so evil to their own child.

my hair is falling out in copious amounts. and it is stressing me out. there are so many factors that could be causing it & i really don’t know what it is. i’ve gone to doctors who have run labs & they say they’re all normal. i started a new diet about 6 months ago but the hair loss is more recent, started medication that could be a factor but started that 6 months ago as well. it could maybe be my purple shampoo (fenola no yellow… is how i think you spell it) but it’s been days since i used it and the hairs still falling out. & to think there are possibly factors i haven’t even considered, i am so so stressed. my hair used to be thick & healthy & now its thinning like crazy. i know it’s a superficial issue but im so, so worried. please, please pray i find the solution & that my hair gets restored to her peak health. thank you in advance. God bless💓.

so i just bleached my hair and by that i mean my friend bleached my hair; they’re an aspiring cosmetologist and in return for being their first “customer” i was able to get a free session! i wanted a copper / ginger so after two days of bleaching i am.. crying my eyes out. yes, some of you may be “well, you chose to be the guinea pig” yes i did, but i also wanted it to look halfway salvageable (an important event is this weekend)
for context, i have super thin hair because i’m asian and my skin tone is like an olive? combined with the fact that because my hair is so dark, my friend had to bleach it three times and mixed dyes i really should’ve known it would end with me with some bright ginger on top with red on the inside and some blonde on my left. (i look like a a sunset on acid)
i have no malice against my friend and lied saying “it looks pretty good!” but… i’m actually freaking out. tweaking out, crashing out— i mean i can almost salvage it if i dye my eyebrows because they’re so dark and jarring in comparison to my hair…
what do i do (i fear it’s time for me to go bald)

Hey y’all! I am about to try out laser to help eliminate hair where I have it (stupid androgens), and I was wondering how risky is it to get PH. I have tried IPLs, but since I am a person of color, it practically did nothing for me (or nothing that I really noticed), so I am electing to go to a place that advertises itself as inclusive and having expertise with people of color.
However, one of my biggest paranoias is with developing hypertrichosis. I understand that it is always a slight risk with laser, and that an experienced practitioner can help reduce the risk by using the appropriate laser at the appropriate strength, but I just decided to see if I can seek any input on the actual risks from people who have gone through the process.
I don’t have any hormonal risks of high androgens since my levels are tightly controlled by doctors now, and I have tried IPLs which apparently cause hypertrichosis? I was hitting it at practically the highest level for about 4-5 months at a frequency as advised by the company (RoseSkinCo.) and noticed very little change before abandoning it. I have rather thin hair (but black nonetheless) across my chest and stomach, and thicker, well developed hair on my sideburns, legs and arms, and I was hoping to laser as much as I can there, esp. on the chest and stomach areas.
Any advice?

Link for all the chapters available here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
Zildiz felt her exomorph go rigid as it lost contact with her central nervous system. Curse that wretched Leaper! She’d forgotten just how durable their physiologies were. Their exomorphs had three times as many backup systems as those of Gallivants, unsurprising given that they had to retain control over their complex musculature. She’d been a fool for thinking that merely cutting it in half would do the trick. The error would wind up costing her life in these next few moments unless she took drastic action.
She was blind—her helm and its sets of eyes had sustained catastrophic damage and left her soft innards exposed. Even worse, she was crippled, the exomorph’s augmented muscle fibers unresponsive to her nervous system's inputs. But perhaps she still had the sheer physical strength to swing her blades. Zildiz tried to flex her wrist and was rewarded by a vigorous twitch of her pinky finger. Just in time; she could hear the Leaper close by, the leaf litter crackling as it approached.
Not yet, she told herself. Just a little closer. Hands pawed at her face and tore off the remnants of her helmet, scraping the hemolymphic gel from her naked face. What the hell was it doing? Zildiz had to restrain herself from crying out and striking at the air in panic.
Not yet! It was a crime to interrupt a fool when he was digging his own grave. Zildiz lay perfectly still as the Leaper fiddled around with her exomorph, feeling helpless and violated as never before. Vowing to give the bastard a slow and painful death for this, she curled her hand into a fist and waited until she felt its fingers caress the surface of her innards. Letting out a scream of incoherent rage Zildiz thrust at her unseen enemy, heard a cry of pain and the Leaper stumbling away, swearing profusely.
“Ow! That hurt, you witch! What the blazes are you?” the Leaper cried out. Zildiz frowned. That hadn’t sounded like the croaking of a Leaper. Speaking a slow and halting fashion, she replied:
“I would ask you the same thing.”
“I am Rene Louvoture, assistant navigator, 9th Battalion, 3rd Pathfinder Regiment.”
Zildiz shook her head at the string of gibberish.
“I am Zildiz, of the Blade-Wings. Why haven’t you killed me?”
“Why would I?" said the voice, sounding both shaky and incredulous, “You’re just like me, aren’t you?”
“How so?”
“Open your eyes and see for yourself.”
Zildiz realized with a start that it was referring to the primitive ocular organs of her innards. The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. The last time she’d been out of her exomorph was when she and Menash had been together, many cycles ago. With great effort her atrophied facial muscles remembered how to lift her eyelids, and she beheld a world of total darkness.
Bioluminescent growths from the surrounding vegetation gradually helped her to see with her naked eyes, and she beheld the prey-form standing over her with a hand clamped to its bleeding shin. Its albino exoskeleton was ripped and stained with blood. In its fist it clutched a short blade that emitted a constant, low hum. Zildiz propped herself up on her elbow and locked eyes with the creature. To her disgust she found that its exomorph had a completely transparent helm allowing her to see its bare face in all its lumpen hideousness. It had a head of curled black hairs, matted and moist like the growths on a Leaper’s belly. The prey-form’s flat, broad nose gave it a singularly pugnacious look, while its skin was as milk-white as that of a flesh-eating maggot’s. Zildiz dragged herself back, her first instinct being to recoil from it.
“Don’t move,” Rene advised her, “You’ve suffered some sort of spinal injury, I think. Can you feel your legs?”
“No,” Zildiz lied, thrusting out her chin at him defiantly, “What do you care?”
“I told you, I’m not about to kill you. We’re the same, can’t you see? Human!”
“We share the primal pattern, but I am a Gallivant. You are not. That is all that matters.”
“Right,” Rene sighed and sat down on the rotting log, “Whatever that means. Ye gods, I need a stiff drink right about now.”
Zildiz eyed him suspiciously, convinced it was some sort of ruse. He was just gauging how crippled she truly was and waiting for her to lower her guard. Very well; two could play at that game. In the meantime, she would try and work some feeling back into her exomorph.
“Are you really a hatchling?” she asked it suddenly.
“You heard that nonsense, did you?” Rene glanced up, “Of course not. I was just leading them on. The ‘fire giant’ isn’t a living creature, it’s a machine—a Divine Engine. What, don’t you have them wherever it is that you come from?” he joked, smiling at her. Zildiz grimaced at the sight, and he stopped.
“A machine,” she said slowly, “Like this one?”
Zildiz gestured at her disabled exomorph. Rene chewed over that piece of information. So that was what she was wearing: a living machine, a sealant suit of chitin and muscle equipped with weaponry and capable of flight. Like the Engine, it was a level of technology he hadn't even known could exist.
“Not exactly,” he finally replied, “I mean, it isn’t quite as revolting as yours. No offense,” he added quickly, snatching a quick glance at her face. She had a hawkish look about her, all thin lines and edges, but somewhere in there was a wild and timeless beauty which defied his attempts to pin down as some definable quality of womanhood.
“So you have been inside of it,” she confirmed with a look of satisfaction.
“I didn’t say that,” Rene stammered, feeling like he was losing the battle for information, “I merely observed it from a distance. I mean, the sheer size of it. Who wouldn’t have? You saw what I—what it—did to the Amit mound.”
Rene bit his lip, mentally kicking himself for his careless slip of the tongue. Zildiz narrowed her eyes at him, partly out of mistrust and partly due to the head-splitting migraine she was feeling. It had been so long since she’d been forced to rely on this basic sense organ, and its rods and cones were out of practice.
“The grey behemoth, this Divine Engine, as you call it. Did the Vitalus send it to cull the colony? Are you a Hollowore?”
“A Hull-of-War?” Rene repeated dimly.
"A Inkarnid? An Aspect of the All-In-One?"
“Look, I haven’t the foggiest notion what you’re talking about. And I’m the one asking questions here, don’t you forget it. Flame and perdition!” he swore, “You really nicked me, you know that?
Rene set his sword to aside and bent over to poke at the shallow stab wound on his shin. Zildiz chose that moment to burst into action. She was on her feet before he knew it, slicing at him with her blade arms. Rene yelped and rolled backwards off the log, narrowly avoiding dismemberment and flipping over nimbly to his feet, cursing himself for letting her gain the upper hand.
“Stop! Please, I don’t wish to hurt you!” he shouted at her as he ran circles around the dead tree, keeping it between himself and her wicked blades. Her movements were awkward and ponderous, as though her legs weren’t used to supporting the weight of her body. Scowling wrathfully, Zildiz kept after him as he jogged just out of her reach, the two of them playing a very earnest game of ring around the rosy. Finally Rene had enough and took up the club again, whacking her on the back of the knees so that she fell forward onto her hands. Her nose flattened itself against a pebble, producing an indescribable pain. She groaned and clutched at her face while Rene sat on her back to keep her pinned down.
“Sorry! Sorry! I really am. But it seems at this point to be abundantly clear,” Rene shouted as she flailed at him ineffectually with her blades, “That I have no other option but to take you in!”
“Just try and feed me to your brood, I dare you!” she screamed as blood trickled from her nostrils, “I’ll carve out their eyes and feed it to them!”
“What? No! That’s not it at all!” Rene cried, mortified, “As a soldier of the Fleet, I am hereby placing you under arrest as a hostile belligerent. Henceforth, you may consider yourself my prisoner of war!”
Link for all the chapters available here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road

No need to sugar coat, you can be honest
Personally I'm in my early 30s and I've noticed the top start thinning a bit. It's definitely noticeable that the hair quality up top has thinned but it's not thin to the point of seeing bald head just yet, just kind of thin spots I guess
It's definitely taken a nice hit to my confidence, so much so to the point that I dont really even bother thinking a woman might actually find me attractive anymore (which kind of sucks but is also a bit liberating in a way since I have no expectations)

I recently received the results of some new blood work from my doctor, and I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by the information. Unfortunately, I won't be able to see my doctor for a few weeks, so I'm turning to this community for some guidance.
Here's a bit of background: Following COVID-19 in 2020, I've been dealing with several health issues, including subclinical hyperthyroidism, insulin resistance, and PCOS with high testosterone levels. I've been experiencing constant symptoms like hair thinning, goiter, weight gain, hirsutism, rashes, flushing, and frequent illness. To manage these conditions, I've been prescribed Contrave and self treat with supplements like myo-inositol, spearmint tea, berberine, and a multi-vitamin. I see an endocrinologist who is reluctant to medicate and a holistic doctor who cannot prescribe.
Now, onto the recent blood test results. While my thyroid levels are finally optimal, there are several markers that are elevated and out of range, leaving me concerned:
WBC, Hematocrit, MCV, Platelets, Neutrophils Abs, Lymphs Abs, Monocytes Abs, EOS Abs, Immature Granulocytes (0%), Immature Grans Abs (0%), EGFR, Chloride
As usual, my insulin, glucose, and A1C levels are also elevated, along with my testosterone levels.
I'm reaching out to see if anyone here can offer some insight into what these results might indicate.
Or even just an idea of my doctor was looking for with these new tests.
I'd appreciate any advice or guidance you can provide. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this.

I love my mummy. She grew me from her insides, encased by the flesh that we share. She nourished me with the liquid pulsing through her rotten body. Together we play games, mummy shows me how to make dolls from the scraps of daddy’s meat, pretty girl dolls with long floppy limbs that reek of decay. I don’t like mummy after the sun goes down. She tells me we can’t make dolls anymore, tells me my dolls are stupid. At night I hide. I have to find a different hiding spot tonight; mummy found my last one at sunrise. I can see the claw marks from when she found me in the linen cupboard. Long nails attached to long fingers, penetrating the cheap wooden door until there was nothing but torn up paint and inch deep fleshless lacerations.
The sun is setting. The final flash of orange sky and her eyes will gloss over like daddy’s did when mummy found him. Wet film slicked over green ovals of empty rage. She still looks like mummy, only her mouth is a tight line that reaches from ear to ear and it can’t open very well. It’s all muffled words now. Mummy looks like a tree after the sun sets. Her arms and her legs grow longer, they get too heavy so she hunches over. I am going to hide under her bed. Daddy’s bulge is hidden under there. Mummy keeps it a secret, but I know. Her bed is thin and much too long and her black hair is tangled up in the sheets. The scent of her sweat stained cushion lingers into my nostrils and down to my lungs as I crawl under, deeper into the dark stinking pit at the center.
I see the warm shadows from the final seconds of sun dance through the handmade curtains at her window. Mummy took the skin off daddy’s body to make those. His bellybutton, still attached to his torso skin, looks like a little crystal in the golden light. The pretty shadows disappear, and the room is black. I can hear mummy looking for me. She’s laughing through that muffled slit on her face. There is death in her eyes and a tremor in her shrieking that makes me nervous. She is angry now. I wasn’t in the linen cupboard this time. I am too smart for her.
I curl in on myself in the safety of the dark and wiggle my loose teeth in waiting. The nights are slow because I cannot sleep. I never sleep. Mummy is still running around the house looking for me, grunts of anticipation much louder, much more feral, than any wild animal. A pool of blood starts to swirl under my head where a loose tooth has fallen. Not good. Mummy smells blood as much as she craves it. The door creaks open. Two long feet stand still in the doorway, toes curling from excitement at the scent of her baby’s blood. I pray I do not end up as curtains and dolls like daddy. Mummy is on the bed; she is digging up the insides of her mattress. Maybe if I stay still enough, she won’t find me. I want to be brave, like daddy was.
I roll onto my back, there's a big hole in the mattress above my head. My eyes take seconds to adjust to the darkness above before I see Mummy’s dewy eyes beaming into mine. “My baby is here” the tight line where her mouth has been stretched starts to open slightly and she drools on me through her words. Her hand pokes through the slats in the bed and she pinches my cheeks until blood pours out. “We need more dolls, baby. We need this skin”. Warm water leaks from my eyes onto the tips of her fingers where blood gushes. She draws her hand away and I feel her tugging at my feet, grunting like an impatient child. I cannot kick, for her fingers reach from her palms to my thighs. I am paralyzed in her grip, and I let her pull me out from under my final hiding spot. I am dragged by my blood-stained hair to the backyard where mummy likes to play.
“Mummy is thirsty, baby? You can’t keep all that blood. You’re not selfish”
Her muffled words are comprehensible enough to foresee the fate at which I am now destined for. I am here to feed her, to fuel her life, as she once did me. In the way shadows chase the light, how the moon must always put the sun to rest, birth must give way to death. In turn I must give life, my flesh and bone, to the creator of my life and my light. To return to the darkness that will always encompass her. it is her right.

ok lemme start off by saying: yes i do shower daily (every 3 days bc i have curly hair n that shit does not dry quick) and no i do not have diabetes, pre-diabetes, some hybrid of diabetes, or even an unknown type of diabetes. i can confirm this wholeheartedly bc i recently got my blood taken. i weigh 220lbs. im just fat. i dont want this to be taken as like this might be a health concern regarding weight or being asked if maybe im just not being very clean. i mean it may be that idk but it would put my mind at ease if it wasnt related to those.
anyways i really do not know what happened to my body. i feel like im going through puberty again. the sweat problem has been there for idk 3 or more years and its actually kinda weird that i never got that checked out. i should actually.
the sweat problem is basically what is sounds like: i sweat a lot. the kicker is that it has to be winter-cold or november-chilly at most for me to feel like im not burning under the sun on the beach. its so weird because even in 70F degrees weather, i will start feeling kinda warm and start sweating.
at some point, i stopped wearing all types of clothes that are meant to keep people warm from the cold. last two winters, i was seen in a oversized Tshirt and short-shorts + a thin zip up hoodie just in case i got cold. pretty sure it snowed too.
even when now, in may, when its kinda windy where i live, my house feels so hot im actually melting. im locked in my room with a good, strong fan pointed at me, almost at max air.
summer is absolute hell. im on my bed in agony bc of how hot i feel and my sheets are drenched in sweat. (pray for me this summer btw i might be forced to go on a family trip to the beach and idk if ill make it out alive)
also the fact im weirdly always dehydrated?? im probably not because i drink so much water i practically have a collection of empty water bottles scattered in a corner but im just really thirsty all the time so theres also that.
and now something NEW happened to my body that i absolutely hate. my armpits started to stink. okay it doesnt sound bad but hear me out. with how much i sweat, i dont actually smell bad. i dont actually go out anymore i guess?? because i have no reason to nowadays so the only time i put on deodorant is after my shower and leave it as that. well, i put it on when i go out and carry a small one in my bag too so theres also that.
this is just flatout nasty. i woke up one day and it reeked. i didnt even do anything like i was at home the whole time. it was so embarrassing bc my dad talked to me about it, so did my mom, and i could smell it without sniffing myself. i had to book an appointment with my primary care doctor bc this did not seem (smell lol) normal.
armpit yeast??? infection???? honestly idk but i was prescribed this powder that i had to put on every 6 hours. kinda helped but its still there just not as strong anymore.
god this is long but i wanted to really explain the stuff i was feeling health?? wise bc im more curious to know whether there are other girlies out there with the same or similar problems as me, especially the sweating problem (also with the armpit stank, i think i have an idea how to solve/deal with it but any other recs is appreciated too) if someone that also deals with one or both of these happens to come across this relates even a little, i feel like id be a little less alone about mt weird conditions that popped up randomly during my late teens. i always felt so weird and insecure about these two specifically.
but fr what do i do with the sweat cus its actually really bad. cant even wear makeup anymore :(

Male 30. T levels were hovering around 300 ng/dL with free T around 55 pg/mL. FSH was 4.8mIU/mL and LH was 3.0mIU/mL. SHGB was 18nmol/L. Everything is around lower normal end with total T having been low <300 in a few previous tests.
I feel lethargic (and have for many years now). Libido is absolutely fine though. I tried HCG monotherapy a year ago and it killed my natural LH and FSH production as expected but I didn't see any major T boost. New clinic had me try enclomiphine for a month. Did not get followup labs but did not symptomatically feel much different.
We are now talking about T injections but I hear there are permanent infertility risks. Right now the plan is to take HCG with it to mitigate this risk but still concerned I am doing this unnecessarily at a younger age. The hard part is, I don't know what i should be feeling but also want to try T. Do you think the permanent risks are large here for trying it for a month or two?
Side notes that I also have thinning hair and taking finasteride for this (recent prescription for half a year now). It reduces DHT in the body. I surprisingly did not feel any different on it but also recognize DHT is more potent and could help symptom relief even though I felt shit before starting fin anyway. The finasteride and T will fight a bit I imagine (since more T means more DHT biproduct) but the fin is suppose to have a large effect, I hope it will still outweigh the increase in T.
Has anyone microdosed T injection/creams and then supplemented with something like tongkat + lifestyle changes to still get a dramatic T bump but not rely solely on exogenous T to maintain fertility and natural production?

Does anyone else experience a painful poking sensation on their legs when their hair grows back post shave/wax? Particularly on the inner thighs? It feels like a bunch of tiny needles poking through my skin from the inside out. I recently started sugar waxing so I can enjoy more than a day of smooth skin with no irritation. But as soon as the hairs start growing back, the slightest contact with my inner thighs is irritating. Any fabric brushing against it feels like getting scratched by sandpaper. Visually, the irritation is barely noticeable, but if I lightly run my hand against the grain of the hair, it feels like fire ant bites. Is it because I’m not moisturizing well enough? Or is my skin just that sensitive? I exfoliate semi regularly, but I could definitely moisturize more. I wouldn’t say my leg hair is thin, but I wouldn’t say it’s thick either. It’s definitely not peach fuzz. I haven’t had many close women in my life so I really have no idea how other women effectively deal with hair removal. I don’t regularly shave my legs because of the painful regrowth so maybe I just need to push through the pain so my skin can adjust? I want to be low maintenance so bad but it seems like I have to be high maintenance just so I don’t feel like fire ants have attacked my legs. No matter what I do, everything seems to end with razor burn or just general discomfort. I just want smooth, painfree skin like the rest of you 😭

Yesterday I got an undercut, a trim and had it thinned $30. My hair is excessively thick so she blocked off an hour to do it. She spent 40 minutes and insisted because she didn't use the entire time that it would only be $30 dollars. Once I booked her to clip a wig of mine for a performance I had coming up and she was adamant not to charge me anything because it didn't take her very long, 10-20mins. I try and tip her well at least but even a 20% tip of $30 isn't a whole lot. I'm an ordinary middle class woman in a small town and I don't look or dress like I can't afford a haircut so it's not that...I don't think.
Yesterday when she was asking me about my life, my best friends life, my music what have you I realized. I'm paying her in tea. It's her only chance to hear about my best friend (who was essentially a local celebrity several years back when she lived there). I'm a musician/recording artist always with strange and new projects on the go, a youth worker, and a foster parent who had just come from dealing with an incident which caused me to be late for my appointment. I think it's mostly cuz of my best friend though because I'm one of the only people now who really talks to her from there. So my current theory is she just wants to hear the updates about my bestie and myself.
But dude, it's the only hairdressing place in town. Where else am I supposed to go to? I'm not gonna be looking for another hairdresser if she charges me a normal price for a haircut. I won't take away her chance to hear all the tea and updates because she charges me $50 for a $50 haircut instead of $30. This is getting a bit ridiculous. I tried to tip her a lot but 20% didn't even tip it above $40. Guess next time I'll tip her 30% if this nonsense keeps up. I protest every time but she insists every time. What do I even do?